I didn’t say much after that, instead choosing to focus on my meal. Part of me was relieved to hear the women in the office had a giving side to balance out the gossip they’d been slinging in front of me.
But I wondered how far it reached.
If they knew where I’d come from, what I’d been through, would they be the first to offer a hand in my aid? Or would they turn their backs on me, like everyone else in my life?
Looking up at my aunt, I couldn’t help but ponder over the same thing sort of questions when it came to her.
Would she be there for me? If she knew?