August's POV

"Are you okay? Your hand is shaking, and you haven't said much in an hour," Teresa asked in concern.

I leaned forward and grabbed a cup of coffee that was on the table. The coffee had been given to me half an hour ago, and it was now cold. I carefully moved it to my lips, and it spilled a bit.

"Mom, is he like... You know... like... not well?" her daughter asked softly.

She was leaning against the living room's door frame, looking at me with a concerned ...