SEVENTY FIVE: LOSING MY TAMRA

[SHAIRA’S POV]

I sat on the couch, staring blankly at the hospital's ceiling. Suddenly there's a drop of cold water on my shoulder. Standing next to me is Joseph, holding a bottle of water, and a handkerchief in the other hand.

"I know you'll need this...here, take this." He sat next to me. I can feel his stare, though my eyes were glued blankly on the floor.

"I told him that I'm divorcing his dad..." I wonder if I made the right decision or what I did to make things worse.

"Don't worry. You made the right decision. So, what's your next plan?"

"I-I don't know... I'm still thinking about whether to stay here or move to my parents."

"I think you should move to your parents, but it would be better if you stay here."

"Why would you think it's better to stay here?" This time I tried to catch his gaze, but he already looked on the other side.

"That's just my suggestion. Don't take it seriously." Then he cleared his throat.