Brielle's POV
Daylan arrived right on time for dinner. But tonight, something was different. The usual spark in his eyes seemed dimmed, replaced by a heavy shadow. As we sat at the table, I watched him intently.
So, now is the time I should ask what was bothering him. I'm almost too afraid to ask, "How was your day?"
"It was... eventful," he replied, his voice distant. "But we need to talk." He held my gaze, something was bothering him.
The words sent a shiver down my spine. "Okay," I said, trying to keep my tone light. "Let's eat first. We can talk about it after dinner."
I watched him as he pushed his food around his plate, barely taking a bite. I tried to make small talk, "I took my meds, so you don't have to worry about reminding me to take them." I continued to watch him but hi
