If the price of bravery was losing him as a friend, then I chose cowardice.
Before long, a car pulled up in front of me, and Kenny rolled down the window. "Get in."
I found it unbelievable that he had a car. But then I remembered the successful investment made by his family a few years ago. Kenny was now financially free.
As I stood there in a daze, he unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car.
By the time I reacted, my hand, holding the suitcase, was already covered by his. Just like that, he led me to the trunk.
My mind went blank the moment his hand covered mine, as he seamlessly transitioned from holding my hand to interlocking our fingers and leading me to the passenger seat.
