Sara
Kingsley sat beside Sara in silence for a moment after her words faded into the air.
He didn’t interrupt her.
He didn’t rush her.
But his eyes had already begun to notice the details she was trying so hard to hide.
The way she held her shoulders stiffly.
The slight flinch when she adjusted her posture.
The scarf wrapped too carefully around her neck despite the mild weather.
His gaze lingered there for a second longer.
“Sara,” he said quietly.
She sniffed and quickly wiped her face, trying to pull herself together.
“I’m fine,” she said softly, though her voice didn’t match her words.
Kingsley didn’t respond immediately.
Instead, he leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms on his knees as he looked at her more directly.
“No, you’re not,” he said calmly.
Sara forced
