Venessa's pov
Wearing my diner uniform, I headed downstairs and saw Lynda cooking breakfast. I approached her and greeted her a good morning.
"Good morning sweetie, did you sleep well?" She questioned, looking at my pale face and dark circles.
"Yeah, I slept well. Thank you for asking. Where's Mario by the way." I replied trying to make her stop questions, not that I want to share it with her, it's just I don't want to talk about it right now as I don't want to ruin my mood furthermore.
"He's still in bed. I'm really worried about him" Lynda replied, sadness lacing in her voice and a tear fell from her eyes. I pulled her into a hug and wipe her tears away.
''He's going to be fine, don't worry'', I whispered feeling awful just thinking about Mario's condition, I can't afford to lose hi
