“Drink this,” Carol handed a mug of cinnamon tea to me. I lazily grabbed it from her hand. I was curled in her couch, knees pressed together.

I took a sip and flinched. “It’s hot.” I complained, placing the mug on the small table in my front. I sneezed, covering my nose.

Carol slouched beside me, laughing a little under her breath as if I hadn’t dumped all my life problems on her a couple of hours ago.

I had no energy to eye her so I just retreated to my shell. Her hand came forward to caress my hair backward. It was soothing.

“Everything will be okay, T” She...