After hanging up the phone, Cherish Turner turned away to wipe away her tears. For some reason, she didn't want William Griffith to see her crying.
When she turned back around, her face was again filled with heartless laughter. But this sort of mirth just made William feel more pained.
He knew she had her pride, so he pretended not to notice anything.
Lewis saw everything too, his big eyes looking curiously at his father and Auntie Cherish. He figured it was a time when his father and Auntie Cherish needed some alone time.
"Uh, dad, I need to poop."
"Lewis, I can carry you there," Cherish offered, unwilling to face William, fearing his mockery. But Lewis promptly refused.
"No need, no need, I'm a little man. I can't have a girl accompany me for something like this. I can go by myself!"
With that, the little one jumped off the bed and hustled to the restroom.
In the quiet room, only Cherish and William were left.
Awkward...