Days had passed since Ruth Hansen’s demise. Life was coming back to routine slowly for the Hansen family. Although everything still felt dull and despairing, Emily was hoping that they would get back on their feet soon. Because life waited for none.
Emily was getting ready for work when she saw Oliver walk past her through the mirror.
“Oliver, can you get me my perfume please?” She requested and he nodded quietly.
It had been a norm for Oliver to respond silently since Ruth’s death. He was not speaking much but not showing grief either. Oliver was trying his best to cope with his mother’s absence by taking up work, but Emily knew he was not okay. In fact, he was far from it.
Of course, he had lost his mother. How could he be okay?
Emily had been nothing but understanding towards him.
