Brooklynne's POV:
Nash sensed my nervousness about what Mr. Johns was getting ready to tell me and scooted closer to me. He moved his arm from around the back of the chair to where his hand rested on my side opposite of him and started to rub me through my clothing with his thumb. Having his hand there really didn't make me feel any better about what was getting ready to be told.
Mr. Johns looked back up at me and my face over in silence for a few moments.
"You look so much like your mother." He said suddenly which took me off guard.
"I don't know you Mr. Johns and I don't know why you are here but please, do not bring up my mother again." I told him feeling defensive over his compliment that felt more out of place to me than what it should.
Just that small phrase that he said compa
