“Hey, we should probably talk about something.” I hadn’t realised how much I’d dreaded hearing those words until I did. I just nodded. “Can I come in?” She asked, and again I nodded, quashing the urge to correct her grammar. I opened the door wider to let her inside, closing it silently after her and pausing there with my hand on the knob. I heard her laugh and cringed as I turned to see her picking up the little blue clay pig which fit in the palm of her hand. “It’s so-” She cut herself off short when she saw my face, her mouth straightening into a thin line before she gently puts the ornament down. “Sorry, I guess she made it? I know you still miss her. That’s…sorta what I need to talk to you about.”

I nodded again. There were no words. Awkwardly she hesitated and then sat down. I sat in the armchair across from her, the black leather creaking slightly on the matching set as it takes the weight. “Are you going to say something?” I rested my chin on my fist as I looked away, she sighed at my silence.