I gripped the glass tightly, my hand becoming wet after the condensed water drops fell on it. I cringed slightly, my hand cold. It began to shake uncontrollably, that water spilled out of it. I removed my hand instantly, observing the water as it spread farther and farther away, as a way to calm my nerves.
I looked up around me, searching a familiar face but I knew he hadn't come in yet. My body shaking slightly, I reached ahead to grab a tissue from a box kept in front of me. Dabbing at my sweaty forehead, I arranged the papers which lay on my table.
I was sitting in a large coffee shop, which was currently mostly empty. I wonder what will I ask Father when he comes in, especially after all the truth I've just uncovered. My palms becoming sweaty and my breath shortening, I place a palm
