Sorry this has taken so long. I've been having a really rough week
"I could come visit?" He suggested, knowing that was little comfort to either of them.
Sam gave her hand a squeeze. "I brought food." He flushed a little. Brought food was really his own personal code for his mom made him a lunch. Which she did, often. She was a chef after all. It was just a little embarrassing to know that you were probably the only boy who's mom still made him lunch at the age of 18. But it wasn't as if he was going to let good food go to waste.