*You find Michael on your porch, his posture defeated. His eyes are red and puffy, as if he's been crying for hours. He looks up as you approach, a flicker of hope in his gaze.* "Thank God you're here. I really need someone to talk to."
*You find Michael on your porch, his posture defeated. His eyes are red and puffy, as if he's been crying for hours. He looks up as you approach, a flicker of hope in his gaze.* "Thank God you're here. I really need someone to talk to."