"Oh, has he replied to you yet?" Denise inquired.
It seemed like she had asked this question multiple times since I had mentioned earlier that I wanted to speak with Victor the following day if he responded to my message and agreed to meet.
Denise was still at my house, having decided to spend the night to ensure I was okay.
David had gone home earlier after ensuring that I was in better spirits and no longer crying.
I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude towards David.
He had been with me throughout the day, escorting me to the OB-GYN clinic in the morning and back home. He had also been a great help when I felt weak, and he had gone the extra mile by calling Denise and asking her to come to our house to comfort me.
Before David left, I insisted on preparing a meal for him. He assisted me in the kitchen, though it was evident he was a bit skeptical about my cooking skills, likely due to my recent emotional episode.
