“Here,” Dave says, his voice gentle as he hands me a steaming cup of coffee. I take it with hesitation, it’s warmth spreading through my palms, momentarily taking away the cold of the waiting room. “And this,” he passes another cup, his eyes flicking to Dad.
I blink, barely managing to whisper a thanks as I turn to Dad to give him the cup. He startles when I call him, lifting his head from his hands, and almost accidentally swatting the cup from my hands. I tighten my grip to keep it from falling. As he takes it, his brows furrow and a look of confusion crosses his face which is mixed with the anxiety from earlier. “Sorry,” he mumbles. Looking up at Dave, he nods once as if thanking him for this gesture.
Dave leans down, his hand squeezing my shoulders. “I’ll be right outside, okay?” H
