Justin and Natalie returned home. As they entered the bedroom, Natalie slumped onto the couch and closed her eyes. Justin sat next to her and spoke.
"Want a shoulder to cry on?"
With her eyes still closed, she sighed. "I'm afraid no tears will come out even if I try. I must have exhausted my quota of crying."
"That's good then," he said and poured her a glass of water. She accepted it, and Justin observed her. "What are you thinking about?"
She took a few sips of water and shook her head. "Nothing. Just tired. Maybe a shower might help me relax," she said and was already on her feet, heading to the bathroom.
Justin didn't stop her and watched as the bathroom door closed behind her.
He had received calls from his grandmother but couldn't answer them while he was with Natalie. Now, finally, he could talk to the old woman. He already knew why she had called him.
The moment he answered, Julia's anxious voice came through. "Brat, where have you been?"
