The caption read: Rare family time. Someone's cooking is as amazing as ever.
In the picture, Herman and Herbert sat side by side at the edge of the hospital bed, feeding her. Another shot showed Herman's back as he stood at a counter, chopping vegetables, preparing a meal.
So this was what he meant by "no feelings."
Cold-faced, yet doing everything a husband would do.
I laughed bitterly and turned off my phone.
Before long, Herman came back with Herbert in tow.
"Her condition flared up again. He's staying with us tonight."
Herbert stood timidly behind him.
The boy had stayed with me plenty of times before, using the excuse that he had nowhere else to go. But he'd never warmed up to me. Not once.
I used to wonder why he kept his distance.
Now I understood. There had always been a reason.
I pressed a hand against my lower abdomen, where a dull ache was pulling downward, and tested the waters.
"I'm not feeling great tonight either. Maybe you could—"
I didn't even finish before his brows snapped together.
"You're a kindergarten teacher. Do you refuse to look after your students at school every time you feel a little under the weather?"