"How's my parents?"
She folded her hands in her lap like a complicated origami as she looked at her husband under her lashes.
Matthew arrived late at night but she had an early class and could only talk to him after dinner because he dove right into work.
"Lil, they are fine. No need to worry. Your mom is now in a home where her needs–emotionally, will be addressed properly."
She exhaled a constricted breath. Matthew phrases his words without directly telling her that her mother now is in a hospital for crazies.
"Lil, really," he said softly, shaking his head.
"Your mother is really at home. And I don't mean a sanitarium. She's with the company of people who can help her process what she went through. And maybe have a clear perspective of what she wants."
She exhaled a deep breath and gave Matthew a shaky smile. Her embarrassment showed. She didn't expect her husband to read her like an open book.
