Diana's POV
I was picking at my cuticles when both my mom and Dad entered the bedroom. I was standing near the fireplace, allowing the warmth of the flames to warm my body. I wasn't cold, but the anxiety made me feel like I was freezing.
"Skye said you wanted to talk to us? What's wrong, baby girl?" Mom asked softly and came up behind me. She placed her hand on my shoulder. I let out a steadying breath and turned around to face her.
"Let's sit down." I mumbled and motioned to the couch. Mom nodded and went over to it; I followed close behind her. Dad chose to stand, his arms crossed over his firm chest.
"Is it the woman searching for you? Did something happen?" Mom's worried voice asked and took my hands in her own.
"No." I shook my head. "No, it isn't that. This is more personal and
