“I… I’ll tell her what she wants to know,” she murmured, voice steady despite the lingering tremor. “As long as I have the answers. That’s the least I can do… she deserves them.“
Her words hung in the air, a fragile mix of resolve and longing, carrying both her promise to Damien’s mom and her own yearning to understand the mother she had lost.
Damien leaned closer, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of Maya’s head, tightening his hold around her as if he could shield her from the world. His voice was low, warm, teasing, yet sincere.
“You’ll have plenty of time,” he murmured softly, “and I’m sure my mom won’t hesitate to ask every little question she’s been dying to know.“
He pulled back slightly to look at her, eyes dark with tenderness. “It turns out… you’re the woman my mom always hop
