He stood there in the same plain white room, staring at her expressionless face. Ryder felt the same stifling air as he sat down on her empty bed across from her.
“Hi ma,” he greeted the old lady who stared out the window. As usual, he was greeted with silence.
“Ma, I’ve….I’ve met someone,” he said. He watched as her eyes made a tiny flicker toward him. He felt hopeful, seeing as he had gotten a reaction.
“She’s nice. Her name is Julia,” he smiled to himself, remembering the night they had spent together. “She works at the bakery.”
He shifted his attention back to the motionless woman. His hope faltered as she remained stoic against the window.
“She makes me happy, ma.”
He watched as her expression changed ever so slightly, causing her to look irritated against the light that came in
