Mia's POV:
“So, as the older brother, you're doing everything to take care of your family? What about your mother?” I asked. I didn't know much about her except that she was a teacher.
“My mother…” Zayn sighed. “My mother isn't capable of working to earn money. She's… different. It's just me doing most of the work while my father steals money to buy more booze.”
“I'm sorry that you have to go through all this,” I said. I placed my hand on his shoulder. “Hopefully, with me now in your life, we'll try to fix everything that we can.”
“I don't need fixing,” Zayn said, getting defensive.
I lifted my hands in surrender. “I never said that. And it's not what I mean. I'm just here to help you when you need me.”
That was the end of the conversation. I filed it directly into questions or phras
