Elena's POV I found my mother alone in the kitchen later the next day, kneading dough for dinner. I decided it was as good a moment as any to finally say what had been sitting heavy in my chest for a few days. I'd rehearsed the conversation more than once, lying awake at night, trying to find the right way to explain something I could barely put into words myself. But standing in the doorway, watching her work, I realized there was no gentle way into it."Mom, can I talk to you about something?" I called her attention.She glanced up with an easy smile, waving me over without pausing her hands. "Of course, sweetheart. What's on your mind?" She asked, raising her brows curiously."It's about Kennedy." I hesitated, choosing my words carefully. "Lately he's been... I don't know, more intense than I expected. He doesn't like me running errands alone. He gets upset if I'm gone too long. And when I mentioned wanting to go back to my work in the city, he acted like I didn't need to bother
더 보기