*** Smith Bridget P.O.V ***
I wanted to talk but the words just got stuck in my throat. I don’t know how it will sound. How do I tell him that his Luna is actually scared of little things like thunder and lightning too?
“It’s nothing,” I answered. My voice comes out a little bit quieter than I wanted it to be so he won’t easily notice that something is amiss.
He narrowed his eyes at me and tried to ask me again, “Are you sure you are okay? What is going on Bridget? You looked petrified when I came in. We’re you scared of something? Did any rat escape into this room?”
I forced a smile and told him, “Stop panicking so much. I am fine.” He smiled and finally put the tray I never noticed he brought in. He placed it on the bed and the delicious aroma of hot pancakes wafted into my nose.
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