We need to talk he said.
I stared back to my laptop idly reading random things. I knew what was coming. I knew that talk was coming. I was hinted when he, my step-father texted minutes ago. But I just let him to come into my room. He sat on the other bed staring at the other side of the wall. I was silent waiting for him to speak and to receive that glaring question that I never wanted to hear. And then he finally spoke, “Are you okay? Are you depressed? Is there something wrong with you? Are you sick?”
