Sapphire
Why did he have to ask me that again?
“Storm…” I trailed off, not sure what to say. Cupping his face, my thumb rubbed his smooth cheek. My eyes were just staring at it until I was just absentmindedly looking. I could not think of something to say. I was tired and drifting.
I am a mother. I should know what to think. I should know what to say to my son.
This day just did not turn out the way I expected it to be. We were prepared, maybe physically, but I did not wish and expect for all of this to happen at all. Well, no mother would want these to happen to her and to her child. As mothers, we wished for all the good.
“Here we go.” I muttered as we walked out of the elevator and to the office.
When we finally reached the door, I jus
