Charlotte's tears softened, finding restraint against my shoulder.
She withdrew, the resignation brushed intently upon her expression.
"I could really do with that coffee Chrissy."
I felt relieved, hungry for equilibrium, and hungry for more cereal.
Charlotte steadied, redeeming her composure with every sip of caffeine.
RING. RING. RING.
Charlotte's mobile hollered. Suddenly it was in my hand.
"Anonymous - Want it Char?"
"Hello? .... Oh .... I was gonna call you .... Okay, I guess .... How are you? .... I'm so sorry .... Yeah .... On Saturday .... Really? .... Why? .... Okay, speak tomorrow."
"Chrissy, that was Mark, David's brother. Funeral's in two days. Said I should check my account?"
I'm linking up with JB47's 100 Word Challenge. This week's prompt was ... suddenly it was in my hand ...
This is part of a wider story. You can read the other instalments in the series here.