She lay her hands out flat, palms down, on the table. Pressing in so as to feel her own presence.
Her legs tucked under her chair, under the table, crossed as if holding onto herself.
She sat rigid, tense, eyes closed.
She drew a deep breath.
Her chest would not expand enough to contain as much air as she needed.
She fought her panic.
She opened her eyes just as Grayson rounded the corner.
She fixated on his left hand, how it's middle finger and thumb flicked against each other with each step but the rest of his arm stayed still. His right hand was balled into a tight fist.
She had known him for 16 years, which was long enough to know this 'tell'. Her entire body flinched as his eyes lifted to meet hers, rimmed red and swollen, he was more pale than his usual office worker shade of white. 'Mon, I can't do this. I can't be the strong one. She's my little girl too. My heart is fucking breaking Mon.' She watched him melt to the ground of the hospital cafeteria infront of her, a sound she had never heard came from him as he did.
She knew she should reach out to him, comfort him, hold him and let their pain become one great puddle on the floor amid the lunch time diners but she was frozen and utterly numb.
All she could hear was the sound of their daughters laugh, only a few weeks ago everything was perfect...until that day.
She could never forgive him. If she lost Adley, she would have nothing.
And he would pay for what he had put them through, she promised herself it would be just as painful as this was.
Words by Katrina from @Onpaperibleed
Image Credit https://unsplash.com/@anikolleshi
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