Chapter 21. Come to My Home

Nathan blinked, seemingly startled for a moment, before letting out a slight chuckle. “Is it that obvious?” He lifted his hand to adjust his glasses, which were lopsided on the bridge of his nose. “I just needed to finish some work. It’s been a while, after all.”

“What do you mean it’s been a while?” I asked, eager to listen.

I felt like for the past week — and before that, even — I was the one benefitting the most from this situation. It wasn’t supposed to be that way.

Part of the reason we started this in the first place was so I could be his listening ear. I was used to taking care of customers in my part-time jobs over the years, so I subconsciously thought of it as my job.

Nathan hesitated for a moment before speaking again. “Do you remember the first time we met?”

That was an unexpected response. “Yes?” I said unsurely. I wasn’t sure what the connection was.

“That day, I recently got out of the hospital.”

I could feel my eyes widen in surpris