Mr. Blackthorn remained silent throughout the time I spent pouring out my heart, taking care not to go into too many details.
His eyes briefly flicked away from the road to glance at the screen again, taking in the destination.
His brow furrowed slightly as he processed the information. "The address is for a women's clinic," he observed.
His tone was carefully neutral, but I could sense the curiosity and concern underlying his words.
He thought I was going to the hospital to get my foot treated.
I expected him to ask directly about the reason for the discrepancy and pry further into my personal affairs. However, his next words exceeded my expectations and showed a level of thoughtfulness I didn't anticipate.
"You look too young to be left at home alone and take care of your hea
