She’ll wrap her arms around you when her inquiry into your well-being causes your spine to collapse. Sensing your discomfort, she will sit beside you quietly, covered in your musty duvet. A movie will watch the two of you until Uber Eats arrives. You will take a few pizza bites for her sake and find that it struggles to push past the permanent lump in your throat. Too numb to protest, you’ll get into the bath she runs you and sit there sobbing while she changes your linen.
