Personal
She sat on his bed, talking quietly. Bringing him up to speed on what she knew though she left out some important details. They wouldn’t help him survive and keeping them to herself protected the person she cared about so much more than him.
He listened and asked questions. She did her best to answer them without giving too much away. It was a game she was used to and he didn’t seem to see through it.
At the end of the conversation he had surprised her and asked a question that was beyond personal to her. He had no way of knowing this, did he?
She paused, stared at him and simply responded, “It brings me comfort. I miss him.”
And at that moment, with perfect timing, her phone rang.