(Angela’s POV)
“And who exactly is this?”
Those were the very words I hadn’t wanted to hear, much less have to answer.
I didn’t move. Even after several seconds had passed, I still couldn’t bring myself to say a word.
My mouth opened slightly, but no word came. I wasn’t ready. I didn’t know how to explain without making everything worse.
Thankfully, Jonathan spoke before the silence could stretch any further.
He turned to William and gave a calm, respectful greeting.
“Apologies for not introducing myself properly, I was just concerned and carried away by her condition. I’m Jonathan Rowlings,” he said, extending a hand. “A friend.”
He said the word friend cautiously, like he was trying to keep things choppy and avoid any trouble.
William didn’t move at first. His eyes narrowed slig
