Chapter 191: A way to numb the pain
Andrew shifted in his seat awkwardly, clearing his throat.
"Um, how far back would you like?" He asked carefully and May narrowed her gaze at him, before resting her elbow on the table, leaning against her hand and staring at him.
"Start after you got on a plane without telling us where you were going initially and then when you stopped responding to our messages." Andrew winced, but nodded.
"Well, after Mom passed," Andrew started, "I wasn’t really aware of it at the time, but I wasn’t...doing well." May nodded, not interrupting him. Not a snarky comment was made, which made Andrew feel uneasy. "I...kind of applied to a bunch of schools, trying to escape after I settled Mom’s apartment and decided I didn’t want to be in this country anymore. So, I changed my application process, especially after I was basically kicked out of Harvard for lack of attendance, and when Cambridge got back to me, I just got on the plane. I didn’t even have a full suitcase of clothes. I honestly don’t remember what happened to the rest." May did speak up then.
"You tried to give everything away, Andy. We have a few boxes of things that you tried to throw away downstairs. I knew you were grieving at the time, so I just took them when you weren’t looking. You were going to miss them when you had your head on straight." Andrew’s eyes widened at May’s words.
"I...what did you get?" He asked carefully and she stared at him.
"I even bought some of the stuff that you tried to sell." She told him and Andrew felt his eyes water.
"I was an idiot." He muttered and Maxwell squeezed his thigh. He knew he was going to speak but it was Ford who spoke up.
"You just had to say goodbye to your Mom far too soon, Andy. You were not an idiot, you were grieving. It’s okay." He had a soft, kind smile on his face and Andrew had to fight tears. He sniffed.
"Thank you." Andrew mumbled, and May nodded.
"So, Cambridge? What did you even study?" She asked.