Thirty -Two

The drive to George's house was tense. His mother's hatred was a storm, and it was eating at my guts. Before we left the house, Grandma Zora stood solidly behind me, saying that George went too far and that, as a doctor, he knew the consequences of his actions.

“He has been sad for days,” his mother said, her steely-gray eyes not leaving me. “The poor boy fell in love. Unfortunately, the love has not been reciprocated. I don't blame him. I blame the girl who rejected his proposal despite carrying another man's pregnancy.”

“Laura, you promised not to bring this up,” Grandma warned her. “She never forced herself on your boy, so please try to respect yourself and respect her. Don't forget the authority I have to stop George from coming near her.”

She mumbled under her breath, and we drove to George's house. It was a duplex with large rooms, and the inside was warm and cozy.

My stomach turned when we headed upstairs to his room. He was awake, staring blankly at a large flat-screen TV th