He was smiling too widely and he was jittery. I mistook that for good news. But then he started to talk and with every minute passing by, my excited smile started to falter. It's like with each word uttered, our throats are being filled with glue and it just makes us feel sick. Sitting stiffly upon cushions that we've called our home. Silence hung heavily in the air when he's done talking.
"It's going to be okay. Something good will come out of this. I promise."

-m.b