A tear slipped down her cheek as she slowly sat up and turned toward him.
His expression softened as he noticed the worry behind her tear-filled eyes.
Maya looked down at their joined hands.
“I keep wondering what that reaction meant,” she admitted softly. “What if he was sad about it? Or maybe he’s mad?”
“Hey.”
Damien gently brushed the tear from her cheek.
“I’m pretty sure it’s neither of those.”
Maya searched his face.
“How do you know?”
Damien glanced at Jaime before looking back at her, a gentle smile touching his lips.
“How do you feel about it?”
The question caught Maya off guard.
“Me?”
Damien nodded. “Yes, you. How do you feel about meeting your grandmother? Did it make you upset or sad? Are you angry?”
Maya fell quiet.
She thought about everything she had felt since
