“Talk to me.” She whispers.
“Oh Andrea baby.” I walk to her and she opens her arms.
I melt and tears flow out of me like a river. Her soft hands rub my back slowly, keeps my tears from pouring out of my eyes, I am so out of control.
The timer of the oven goes off and I feel Marcel move around and turn the oven off and pull the cookies out of the oven.
“Talk to me baby. Whatever it is we can fix it. We can make it better. Trust us.” She pats my hair and says through the tears.
“Let’s go sit down.” I pull her to the sofa.
Marcel walks behind us and sits on the couch.
He pulls me into his laps and Andrea sits beside us with me facing her on his thighs.
“Marcel already knows and before you get mad I didn’t tell him. The night everything happened he came over to hang out as usual and f
