“I’m okay,” she insisted softly, offering a weak smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Promise.”
She slipped past me before I could argue, her bare feet padding quietly down the hall. I stood there for a long moment, jaw tight, watching the empty doorway. Storm was pacing again, restless and uneasy. She needs us. Go after her.
I forced myself to finish the pancakes, plating seven generous stacks and pouring a fresh cup of coffee to go with them. She needed to eat. After seeing how exhausted she looked, I made a mental note to prepare something better and more nutritious this afternoon—maybe a hearty soup or grilled protein with vegetables. Something to help her recover her strength. Balancing the plate and mug, I headed down the hallway to her room. The door was slightly ajar.
“Lara?” I ca
