After I tuck her in and make sure she has fallen asleep, I move from the bedroom, closing the door behind me gently. I move to the sitting area and see that Adams is putting the plates away.
"She is out cold," I say as I wipe down my hands on my jeans.
"She talked about you a lot you know," he says as he does the dishes. I lean on the counter.
"Yeah?" I ask interested to know what she said.
"Yeah, she saw you I those interviews, so proud but then she would all over sudden be sad, I guessed it's because you were no longer in touch with her I never knew," he says and looks up at me.
"Well, we have been best friends for a long time there is no changing that even if it's a few months apart," I say and cross my arms.
"She doesn't like talking about herself as much. I love her," he pauses and looks in the space seemingly lost in his own thoughts. "But I don't think she does, or if she knows that she does."
