Spencer had no family, his parents had passed away when he was young, but he never let that define him. We had known each other since junior high and I used to invite him over all the time so he wouldn’t have to eat alone.
Back then, it was just me wanting to help him. Over time, that turned into something more and before we knew it, we were together.
"It’s not too late," Mom said warmly as she took the gift. "Sit down, have some soup. Work been keeping you busy?"
She had always treated Spencer like family. Long before we started dating, she had already accepted him as a son.
Spencer took the bowl of soup Alexis handed him, but the second he looked up at her, his brows knitted together. "Alexis, are you okay? You look upset. If something’s wrong, just say the word, I’ll help if I can."
That was just how Spencer was. Always kind, always thoughtful, always looking out for everyone.
Alexis shook her head, her eyes slightly red, like she was holding back tears. Then she glanced at my mother, then at me, like she was hoping someone would notice her suffering. "Thank you for asking, sir… I’m fine," she murmured, her voice small and pitiful.