Beth eyes me, finding something to worry about. “You look terrible.” I laugh. “Well, thanks.” “I didn’t mean that to be rude. I meant it like you look terrible because I can see how much you miss him.”
Beth eyes me, finding something to worry about. “You look terrible.” I laugh. “Well, thanks.” “I didn’t mean that to be rude. I meant it like you look terrible because I can see how much you miss him.”