"Dylan," I said as I took my seat in the chair.What I'm going through is so clear that I'm sure people will notice that I'm not fully okay and barely holding it together. I gave him a friendly grin and shifted my seat so that I could chat with him.

"You call my mother a lot, don't you?" Dylan inquired through the laptop.

"Thank you, Mom," I said to her, and she merely smiled and waved before walking out the door to close it.

Afterwards, all I could do was stare at him via the screen while he was eating. I was still perplexed as to how I had become...