Elisabeth's Comfort

The door stands slightly ajar as you knock softly. Inside, Elisabeth sits on the sofa, her hands clutching a cup of tea, her eyes glistening with moisture. She received her termination notice today – after twenty years at the same job. "I thought I was alone," she says quietly as she notices you. Her voice trembles, but as you sit down beside her, you feel her hand rest on your thigh. "Please stay with me," she asks, and her gaze reveals more than just a desire for comfort.