Matt takes a sharp breathe once we reach Noah’s apartment. He raises his hand to ring the doorbell but withdraws hastily giving me a nervous look. He is now in blue jeans, a black t-shirt and a black jacket. We passed by his place to change.
“Are you okay?” I ask taking his hand in mine. “If not okay we can always go back to your place until you are ready for this.” I say looking into his eyes. They are not red anymore. They are glossy and full of nervousness.
I just hope this will be over soon. This confusion, fear, worry is not what I expect from my Matt. I want my strong Matt back. Not this weak and delicate Matt.
“I’m okay. I want to see her.” He says gripping my hand tightly. I know he wants my support so I don’t withdraw.
“Will you tell her that she might be your sister?” I wonde
