Driving away, Brandon kept stealing glances at Wilson, who drove absentmindedly.
“Hey, are you okay?” Brandon gave Wilson's shoulder a light brush.
“Yeah. Fine,” she snapped.
“I know you. Don't lie to me. What is it?”
“My mother's death anniversary is this weekend, and it has been a tradition that we visit her graveside every year.”
“Okay, why aren't you happy about that, then?”
“I want you to come with me. I don't want to be alone with them.”
Thinking for a moment before giving Wilson's shoulder another light squeeze, he let out a click of the tongue. “Anything you want. That s**t shouldn't trouble you. Make sure happy. Relax. I will go with you. It won't be easy or near easy, but, you are worth it.”
“You are my favourite. Thank you.”
“Anytime, love, anytime. Count on me.”
Brand
