MIRA

I hid. Just among the others who are seating in the waiting area. Waiting for one thing or another, then I feel a hand on my shoulder. I want to go to him, but the thought of how I treated him earlier pierce my heart. He was trying to help. In his own way.

“Mira, I came as soon as you called.”

“Oh Jerry, you startled me.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to.” He responds leaning in for a hug.

“Have you seen Jackson? He’s here too. For..”

“Aurora.. I know.”

“We ...