“Are you sure, baby?” I asked. I couldn’t help it. I was worried about him.
“Yeah, I feel better already”, but I could tell he was lying. I wish he didn’t feel the need, he didn’t have to be brave for me, but it felt wrong to call him out on it in front of Ingrid, so I would let it go for now. But I would definitely be speaking to him about it later.
“I’m glad,” I replied halfheartedly. He knew that I knew he was lying; I was sure of it.
“So tell me, what did you see or rather what you felt?” Kyle asks Ingrid.
She stares at him sorrowfully, and I can tell that, whatever it is, it isn't good news for us.
“Just say it,” I mutter. I wished that I could say it with detachment or confidence, anything more than the cowardice mumblings falling from my trembling lips, but there was a sin
