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“Tristan, it’s so nice to meet you. I’ve been telling Sage to bring you over so we could get to know you.”
“Uh, well, I’m sorry I haven’t come by before.” I offer a small smile.
“Are you here to see Sage?”
“I heard she’s sick. I wanted to check in on her if that’s okay.” My heart pounds for a different reason. Meeting her mom without her knowing it is sure to land me in the doghouse.
“Of course.” She smiles sadly and steps aside. “Come in.”
I walk through the door, taking in the family photos on the walls and the homey feel. It smells like cinnamon and vanilla.
“I was making her some tea. Would you like some?” Mrs. Crawford looks over at me.
“I’m okay, thank you.” I don’t think I can stomach anything until I see her.
“Would you do me a favor, then?”
“Of course.”
Mrs. Crawford walks into the open kitchen, and I follow her.
“Take this to her, please?” She holds out a mug and some medication.
“Okay.” I nod, grabbing the things from her.
“Her room is the last one on the right.”
“Thank you.” I smile at her before walking down the hallway where she directed me.
More photos fill the walls here, and I smile at seeing Sage’s smiling face hugging her parents. I can tell they’re a close family simply by looking at the pictures. It’s a stark contrast to the decor in my parents’ house. I don’t remember the last time we even took a family picture.
I rap my knuckles against the door before softly opening it.
“Mom,” Sage’s raspy voice complains.
Her room is dark, the curtains closed. A dim lamp on her desk barely illuminates the space. It’s just enough to see where I’m going.
“Hey.”
Sage turns on her bed, facing me.
“What are you doing here?” Her voice is weak.
“I heard you’re sick. I wanted to come see you. Your mom sent this.” I lift my hand.
“Ugh.” She covers her head with the pillow.
“Sage.” I stand beside her bed. “Take this.” I lift her hand and place the two pills in her palm.
“You met my mom,” she groans.
“I did. Is that okay?”
“I guess. She’s going to want you to come over for dinner one evening. She’ll probably make cookies to take home with you. Oh, goodness.”
I chuckle softly and kneel beside the bed, placing the steaming mug on the bedside table. Gently, I remove the pillow and brush the hair away from her face.
“How are you?” I stare into her eyes.
