CARMEN
“I’m not mad,” he said quietly. “I was just taken aback. I haven’t seen my aunt and uncle for years. When I left home, I had to leave everything behind to fully start over. I didn’t expect anyone to appear here, knowing them, piecing together the connection.”
“Oh.”
That was all I managed to say.
How pathetic. Useless. Embarrassing.
Heat crawled up my neck. I shrank further into myself, wishing the ground would open up and swallow me whole. Every sentence felt like a trap—I was a scared i***t, stammering at a man who looked like he belonged on the cover of an MC romance novel.
Tim’s expression changed again—his brows drew together, and his mouth softened. I could see the concern now, unmistakable on his face.
He wasn’t looking at me like I was ridiculous. He was looking at me
