Then he leaves, taking his two stoic bodyguards with him. The moment the door shuts on him, Mom and Mia pull away and stare at me.
“You look good,” Mia says.
“I am good,” I assure them. “I’m great.”
Rob snorts and I want to smack him. Thankfully, everyone decides to ignore him, and I can stave off breaking the news to my mom and sister for a little bit longer.
“Oh, darling, we’re so happy you’re here with us,” Mom says with a tired smile.
I touch the locks of her snow-white hair, realizing that she’s got new lines on her face. The last three months have aged her a decade.
“I’m sorry that you guys had to worry about me.”
“It’s my job,” Mom says simply.
“You’re the baby,” Mia says. “We have to worry about you.”
“Well, you can stop for now. I’m alright.”
This time, Rob’s snort is im
