George's POV
After dinner, Moxie and I headed home while Quince rode with our parents.
I pushed the door shut behind us, glancing over at her briefly as she slipped off her shoes, her movements a little slower than usual, like she was still processing everything too.
“You good?” I asked, leaning lightly against the wall as I watched her.
She nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Yeah. Just… tired, I guess.” she said.
“Long day,” I murmured, though my gaze lingered on her a second longer than necessary, like I needed to make sure she really was okay before I let myself move on.
“I’m going to head up,” she added, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as she looked at me. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight,” I replied, the word coming out softer than I expected.
I watched her for a mom
