Tristan was silenced. Yes, it wasn't that easy.
At first, he thought if his mother will look at him the way she looked at his sister, everything might be good and hopeful. However, he never anticipated that it would be this scary and enormous to receive. He wasn't ready for this. He didn't know how to react to it. For the first time, Tristan hoped he never heard his mother's apology.
Sharrie could feel the uncertainty and hesitation from her son. She knew that she caused intolerable damage to her son's emotional health and this sudden apology after hurting him many times, it was indeed profuse.
"I... I'll give you time, Tristan. Please, tell me whenever you're ready to talk," Sharrie said with a cracking voice. She wiped her tears and formed a weak smile afterward.
"Uh... But, for now. Please stay. I don't want your father to be upset somewhere. I know you don't want it too, right?" Sharrie raised her brows with that pitiful gaze. Tristan just averted his eyes and nodded.
