I narrowed my eyes at her, unable to stop myself. “What do you mean you’re okay, Mia? Just because you can stand on your feet doesn’t mean you’re ready to be at some crowded party.” My voice came out harsher than I intended, the words laced with something that felt too much like worry. “That would be so bad for you. What if you didn’t get enough treatment? What if it relapses?”
I stepped closer, holding her gaze, my tone softer now. “You think I don’t care? You think I don’t notice? Mia, I won’t allow you to follow me there. I can’t risk it—not like this.”
Her expression faltered, her lips parting. Then, like a child begging to hold onto a dream, she whispered, “Please, Kael… please. I really want to attend.”
I shook my head, but she pressed on, her eyes shimmering with determination. “
