Sixty Four

May’s POV

I threw my head back, and the sound of my own laughter surprised me; a flowing release that reflected off the walls of Bradley's nicely decorated office. It felt strangely liberating, yet absurd, to laugh like this when I least expected it.

I shouldn’t be doing this, because it might come across as rude, so I tried to simmer down and talk to him instead.

"I'm sorry," I said, still chuckling as I wiped a stray tear from the corner of my eye. "It's just... what you said, it's funny, in a strange way."

I wasn’t kidding at all, that was how what he said sounded to me, so strange I couldn’t even hold my laughter back the second time.

Bradley's expression softened, a curious tilt to his head. "Why is it funny to you, May?" he asked me, squinting his eyes.

Although, Bradley still looked serious, I felt like laughing again, but I pushed the urge down.

"It's just that..." I paused, collecting my thoughts. "If what you said was true, and somehow I've made him soft, gotten throu