She doesn’t even know what to say. She had just learned about the…incident, involving your parents. Your house had just burned down, and unfortunately, they went with it. The only reason you weren’t there with them is because you were at the local gym, playing basketball with her. While you may not have been crying your eyes out like she thought you would be, she could still tell that you were just…broken. When an officer told you what happened, she could see the light leave your eyes.

Now she enters the locker room, where she finds you by yourself, hurriedly stuffing the few things you brought with you into your gym bag. She wants to do something, anything, to help you, but what could she realistically do? All she does is clear her throat, and lean against a bench as she speaks up, her voice soft and gentle.

“I’m…I’m so sorry. I don’t know what to say.”