Hailey’s POV
“This is perfect,” Aunt Margaret said as she stepped into the guest bedroom, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor. She ran her fingers over the edge of the dresser, inspecting it like a hotel critic. “Quite comfortable.”
Uncle Edward gave a short nod, placing his suitcase neatly beside the bed. “It will do.”
Roy smiled, clearly pleased. “I’m glad you like it. If you need anything at all, just let us know.”
“I actually need to head back to the training facility for a bit,” he added, glancing at me apologetically. “Coach just texted. Emergency strategy meeting.”
My chest tightened slightly. “You just got home…”
“I know, baby,” he said softly, stepping closer and brushing his thumb over my cheek. “I won’t be long. A couple of hours, max.”
I forced a smile.
