“Hi John, what happened?” I asked him quietly after I called him from the toilet. “Are you ok?” I asked once more since I haven't heard his voice.
“Jessica… My…” He started sobbing. I really got upset since I never heard John crying. He was always macho, never let anyone to see him like that.
“Your what John? Tell me what happened!” I said walking up and down frustrated.
“Jessica, my dad died.” John said barely audible and my eyes instantly filled with tears.
“John…” I said closing my eyes. “I am so sorry…” I said barely audible.
His dad, Jason, was a bit of drinker. But John is so attached to him, you never saw something like that. When we lived in Detroit, John was always worried about him even if we went in a bar a few feet away. His mother left him when he was little so Jason was all he had.
“I need you…” He whispered. My tears started flowing.
“Where are you?” I asked, sobbing.