James walked into the room with his characteristic smile. “Why are you so serious today, Veronica? Has something happened?” he asked, lightly tousling my hair. His touch caused a small tremor inside me, and for a moment, I felt like telling him everything.
But I stopped myself: why turn a small worry into something bigger if it’s nothing? His cheerful eyes radiated warmth, in stark contrast to the storm brewing in my chest.
