Robbie must have made it back home earlier than I anticipated him to. His luggage was sitting by the door when I walked out of my bedroom the next morning. I started to walk over to his bedroom door to see if he was sleeping or something. That was until he walked out of the bedroom with his head hanging low. Something was off about him.
“I wasn’t expecting you until later. How was everything with your mom?” I tried to sound as casual as possible, but I was worried about him.
He didn’t bother to look up at me when he spoke. “Fine. She is doing much better now.”
“Robbie, why won’t you look at me? Are you upset with me?”
“No, of course not.” He looked up into my eyes with an apologetic look in his eyes. I was taken back because his
