As much as I wanted to help him, I knew there was nothing I could do. I’d already offered to go with him today, and he’d refused. He needed to do this on his own. I understood that, but it was difficult to watch.
“Hey,” I said.
His head turned slightly to look at me. “Hey.” His voice was slightly off, and I wondered if he’d been crying.
He looked as though his world had come to an end, and in a way I guess it had. It wasn’t every day you learned that your mother had cancer and died.