Martha's p.o.v
I didn't have to ask much to understand that Lewis was sad and hurt. Whatever it was, it really was heavy to carry alone. He was holding his cup of tea with trembling hands as tears rolled on his cheeks. I was trying so hard not to shed a tear and lend him my strength.
He sat on a dining chair gazing at the chandelier in the ceiling, while I sat next to him trying so hard to get his attention.
"Honey. I suggest you take a sip from your cup." I whispered while I rubbed his hand slightly.
He faced me then sniffed softly.
"Ma'am....." He called in a cracked, husky voice.
"I'm Martha, but you can call me whatever makes you comfortable," I whispered.
"Right now it hurts so much." He sobbed.
I took the cup from his hand and carefully put it on the table.
"You can talk t
