บท 11: CHAPTER EIGHT

WE GOT out of the car and Kelvin helped with the grocery bags from the back. I tried to carry some but Kelvin stopped me, so I was left with opening the door for him as he made several trips from the car to the kitchen. When all the bags were safely inside, I shut the door and joined him in the kitchen.

"I hope you know you're done with soda?" he asked, resting his elbows on the counter top.

"Of course. I learnt a lot during my stay at the hospital and refined sugar is a big no-no for now."

"I'm glad we're both clear on that. I was also advised on ways to cope with your situation, so you have the best support system you could ever ask for."

"I appreciate that."

"If you don't mind my asking, why didn't you ever say something about your parents?"

"You never asked," I said. That still wasn't my favorite topic of discussion. I bit on my nails as Kelvin looked at me.

"I'm asking now, don't shut down on me."