“Let me help with the dishes,” Amara said, lowering her voice so her parents, who had gone up to their bedroom, wouldn't hear.
Not like they would think anything of it.
But when you're guilty… you are.
Leo turned to look at her then, raising his brows.
“Aren’t you unwell?” he asked, but she noticed his eyes softened when they met hers, just the way they used to.
She shook her head.
“No, it’s just… maybe I was a little hard on myself when I’ve not recovered fully,” she said.
“You sure?” he asked, as though he was waiting for a different answer. But no way in hell was she about to tell him that she had been hearing voices that somehow triggered when she thought of him or was near him.
“Oh, that’s just about it. Will you let me do the dishes now?” she asked, and he shrugged. Turning t
