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I was not able to finish telling my friends about my mom’s situation when Tristan arrived at the training room. As usual, he asked how the class was doing before getting on with the training. He looked at me momentarily as if asking if I was okay, and I nodded and smiled at him. I appreciated Tristan being thoughtful. I’m sure Lance asked him to look over me and make sure I was okay. Nevertheless, it was very touching. During lunchtime, I was half-expecting Lance to join us. I checked my phone and he hasn’t sent me any messages since this morning. I sent him a message letting him know that I am on my lunch break. I absent-mindedly picked on my food and excused myself thirty minutes before our lunchtime was over. I wanted to call the hospital and check on my mom. I befriended one of the