Greta’s POV
“Is there something you would want me to bring for you?” Derek asked Dad.
“No. I think we have everything here. Thanks, Derek,” Dad said, pointing to the refreshment tray in front of us.
Dad and I were sitting in the garden behind the house. Dad had insisted I join him to catch up on lost time.
There were dark circles under his eyes, and I had asked him if he was okay, and he had said yes, so I let it go for a while.
“I will be inside then,” Derek said then lightly squeezed my shoulder before he left. Dad watched him leave, then turned to me with a raised brow.
“What?” I asked in confusion.
“Is it just me or are your brothers hovering?” Dad asked and I blushed.
Indeed they were hovering. They had taken turns to come check on Dad and me, and it was not even up to o
