Adrian's eyes turned bloodshot. A sharp sting pricked behind his eyelids, but he forced himself to hold back the tears. If he started crying now, his vision would blur, and he desperately needed to read every single word.
He scrolled further.
Mom, it was raining today, but my future husband didn't have an umbrella. He was standing at the pickup point again, waiting for his ride. I even thought about buying him a car, but I haven't had the chance to speak to him directly yet. Anyway, I told my man to give him an umbrella so he wouldn't get soaked while getting into his ride.
Adrian bit the inside of his cheek, his breath catching. He remembered that random expensive umbrella a stranger had handed him on a rainy Tuesday. It hadn't been random at all.
