“Coming,” I called out, quickly tucking the necklace away again and closing the drawer.
I took a deep breath to calm myself, grabbed my jacket, and left the room.
Downstairs, the smell of food greeted me—eggs, toast, and something sweet. Mother was already in the kitchen, setting up the table. She looked up and smiled when she saw me.
“Morning, dear,” she greeted.
“Morning, Mom,” I replied as I walked over to help her, taking plates from the counter and placing them around the table.
We worked in silence for a bit, until she spoke again.
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” I said, glancing at her. “Why do you ask?”
“You just seem… off,” she said with furrowed brows.
I let out a groan. “Why does everyone keep saying that?”
She raised her eyebrows, not looking amused. “Because it’s true, baby. You
