Hannah
“Okay, I will, and thank you.” I took the papers and put them back in the envelope.
“Are you going to stay at your mother’s apartment forever?” Mike asked, sipping his coffee slowly.
“No, I’ve found an apartment for me and my son, but there are still many things I have to do before we move there. So, I’ll just stay at my mother’s apartment for a while. What about you?”
Mike’s eyes looked sad. The tears from earlier hadn’t dried yet, and both of his eyes were watering again.
“Mike, is there anything I can do to help?” We were like two sick people. Logically, how could one sick person help another?
But seeing the sadness in his face and eyes made me feel his sadness too, and it was as if he was dragging me into the emptiness of his heart. “Nothing, Hannah. Thank you. I’m just co
