He heard the clink of a coffee mug. And then, for the first time all night, silence. Not the angry, lonely kind. The kind that just needed someone to sit with it for a while.
The screen flickered to life. Jenny was in what looked like a closet, a tight space wallpapered in a faded rose print. Her blonde hair was piled in a messy bun, and her eyes, even through the compression of a live stream, were wide and glossy. Mysonsgf Jenny
From down the hall, he heard the faint pew-pew-pew of Liam’s headset, the muffled laughter of online friends. David stood up. He didn’t go to his son. He went to the kitchen, poured two cups of coffee, and set one on the counter. He heard the clink of a coffee mug
“If he wants it back, he can come get it himself,” she said. “Tell me I’m worth the drive.” The kind that just needed someone to sit with it for a while