Sydney couldn’t help it, even in situations like this one, where she was freaking out and wanted someone else to deal with it for her, she just couldn’t help taking control. It was all in her personality, it was just who she was, so she shot Christopher an apologetic look. “Just type. Please,” she urged, her voice softer now. It was just a lot. This whole thing was a lot, and she’d been avoiding writing a response the whole day. If Chris did it, then it’d be done and that would be that.
Watching him type everything up, she chewed on the inside of her cheek in thought. “Yeah, I guess. Maybe ask her if she’d like one?” She suggested, Christopher’s question silencing her for a moment, before Sydney finally shook her head. “Honestly? I don’t know.” Her voice quietened further, to almost a whisper now. “I mean, I feel like meeting her is going to be even harder than the day we gave her up.”
"I’m typing, I’m typing,” He said defensively. At least sending an email back was easier than talking in person. He wasn’t sure what he’d do if he had to do that. He never expected her to reach out, especially once her eighteenth birthday came and went without anything. But now here they were, responding to an email.
“Yeah, especially if you want this to be on her terms. I wanna know if her parents know that she’s reaching out,” He didn’t want to complicate the situation at all. However, she was legally an adult and could make her own decisions regarding this. Had it really been that long? Damn. “I’m not sure anything can be harder than that day,” Maybe it’s because this didn’t happen yet, he just couldn’t imagine it being harder than June 19th, 2000. Nothing was ever going to be that hard. “You wanna go get a drink or something?”
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