“I’m fine.” I looked down at my spaghetti and put my napkin on my lap. “Why?” “You just look…” He gestured toward my face with his fork. “Like she was out too late the other night?” Thanks, Mom. “Like she’s sad.” Todd tilted his head and said it like it was extremely impossible. “Like she’s been crying. You sure you’re okay, kid?”
Of course her step dad is the second person to notice (and the first was a stranger)
