Depression
Sebastian
We took Melody home that Sunday evening as Josh silently drove us home.
She sat back in her car seat, quiet as could be, staring out the window as she held onto her favourite teddy.
There was so much I wanted to say to Josh, so much I wanted to doubt myself over, but I didn't want to say it within her earshot, so I decided not to say anything at all. Yet dread sat at the base of my stomach as we neared my home.
The most challenging part of this whole thing was the thought of laying my problems on Josh's shoulders. He was moving in with me, taking responsibility for my behaviour and, if he was telling the truth, my child, also.
I pitied him and equally felt sorry for him that I, his best friend, had dragged his bachelorhood down, saddling him with the pair of us
