Nick invited us to stay for dinner, so while He, Aunty Celeste and Dad cooked tacos and talked about Dad's diagnosis and what it meant for his future, I wandered upstairs in search of Bridget and Sam.
Sam's bedroom door was closed, but I could hear their muffled conversation as I was coming up the stairs, but it stopped once I was outside the door. I tapped lightly on the door before swinging it open. Bridget was sitting on Sam's bed, her face was puffy from crying, and her eyes were bloodshot. She looked completely worn down. Sam was leaning against his desk, and he too looked like he had shed tears.
As I step into the room, Sam moves towards me, engulfing me in the comfort of his arms, he kisses the top of my head while stroking my back.
"How are you feeling, baby?" He asks me
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