Imposition

Ben

“Of course,” I said. If there was anyone that understood what she meant, it was me. When Uncle Dean had died, so many people had come to offer their condolences, and I hadn’t wanted to talk to any one of them. I had wanted to lock myself away and be quiet for a few days.

“I don’t want to impose,” Mila said. “I’ll only stay a few days.”

I moved my hand to hers, slowly so I didn’t scare her. When she didn’t pull away, I gently put my hand over hers.

“You can stay as long as you need.”

She offered me a small smile before carrying on eating without saying anything.

After breakfast, Mila showered again. When she emerged, again wearing my t-shirt and boxers, I offered her the clothes she had worn when I’d found her.

“I washed them for you,” I said.

Mila paled. “I really don’t want to wear them again.”

Of course, they would remind her of everything.

“Let’s go get you some new clothes, then,” I said.

“What?”

“We’ll go shopping.”

She blinked at me with a confused face. “Now? Don’t you have