Skye-
"I need to check on Mia," Manson said, his voice strained, his expression growing tense, and his eyes darkening. I turned slightly to gaze at him, nodding worriedly, understanding his frustration.
"I'm sorry, I won't be able to make you dinner like I planned," he added, looking regretful. I waved off his apology, closing the distance between us.
"That doesn't matter. I will come with you," I insisted, wanting to be there for him. He had already lost a sister, and the fear of losing another family member must have been overwhelming, triggering painful memories for him.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his eyes filled with concern. “My mother will be there, and I haven’t had a chance to talk to her about her behaviour."
I squared my shoulders, meeting his gaze with a reassuring smile. “I
