“I didn’t mean to ambush you. You looked a little in distress and thought maybe you’d—” I force a chuckle. “Why would you think that?” She tucks a wisp of her hair behind her ear. “You looked anxious.” “Me, anxious?” Blood roars in my ears and my hands become clammy again. “I don’t know why you’d think that but I’m good. My parents just like to ask a million questions.” “You know you can be honest with me. I won’t judge.”
