“I heard what happened. How is she?” Maurice asked, concern evident in his voice.
My eyes drifted past him to where he had just come from, searching.
“He left for the hospital an hour ago,” he said, reading my thoughts instantly.
I looked back at him. “I wasn’t—”
“I know,” he cut in with a small smile and a slight shake of his head. “You know I know about the two of you. You don’t have to pretend.”
The teasing look on his face faded into concern. “So… how’s your mom?”
“The doctors said she’s going to be fine,” I repeated, more to reassure myself than him.
“Thank God.”
I nodded faintly. “Yeah… I have to go,” I said before walking inside, not giving him the chance to respond.
The moment I stepped into the living room, my eyes searched for Dad’s guest.
They landed on a fine gentlema
