Sharing The Story
Mike listened closely as I recounted Grandpa’s sudden escort, and I tried to keep my frustration in check, sticking to the facts. Jamie added details I had missed, his voice eager but measured, and Mike nodded, absorbing every word. His unwavering focus on our story made me feel taken seriously, and his attentive presence sparked a renewed hope that a solution might finally be within reach.
Sharing The Story
Mike’s Informative Nod
Mike nodded slowly, thoughtfully, his gesture carrying weight as if he understood a secret beyond our knowledge. “Well, that’s interesting,” he murmured, more to himself than to us, his gaze drifting as if piecing together a puzzle only he could see. I exchanged a glance with Jamie, both of us silently questioning what conclusions Mike had drawn—this was clearly more than just ‘unauthorized decorations.’
Mike’s Informative Nod
