Tamara’s pov
“Is he okay?” Mom asked me when I walked to her office.
“He is going to be, he just got tired that is all,” I replied, and she nodded.
She then took out some keys.
“I had people clean the cabin, it has been stocked with food and drinks.
Go there with him, this is a lot to process and something big is coming.
Have some time just the both of you,” she said, and I smiled.
I took the keys but then just stood there to look at her.
“He is in pain Mom, I don’t know what to do for him,” I said, and my knees gave out.
I found myself sitting on the floor and my Mom joined me.
“My parents are still alive; I have never lost anyone in my entire life.
So how do I do it?
How do I even comfort him in all of this?” I asked her.
My Mom shrugged, “that is a question even I
