I stood quietly as my mother’s eyes darted between John and me, searching for an explanation. Her brows knitted in concern.
“Nothing’s wrong,” John said easily, his tone too controlled to be casual. “I was giving her some fatherly advice about her chosen. Zayne.”
My mother relaxed a little, though her eyes didn’t lose that suspiciousness. “Want to see me, darling?” John asked and walked up to her, placing a tender kiss on her jaw. “You look so beautiful this morning.”
My mother smiled. “I didn’t find you in your room so I thought to check on you here. And I’m curious, when is Jeremy coming home? I’ve missed seeing him around, even though he barely comes home.” She chuckled.
Hearing his name after the recent discussion with his father made my chest tighten. I started to walk past them.
