Hailee's POV
"Mother, you haven't said a word since you walked into my room," I said, trying to keep my voice calm, though my chest felt tight. The look on her face told me she wasn't pleased with me, and I didn't blame her. I wasn't exactly pleased with myself lately either.
She stayed by the door for a moment, her hand resting on the frame, her eyes fixed on me like she was deciding how to begin. Then she moved, getting closer to me.
When she reached the bed, she sat down beside me. Her gaze was sharp but layered with concern. Always concern. She had never been the type to yell at me, and I knew she wouldn't start now.
Instead, her voice came low, concerned. "You've been making choices lately… that worry me."
I kept my eyes on my hands, twisting my fingers together. "If this is about Dane—"
"This isn't just about Dane," she cut in gently. "It's about Nathan. Callum. All of them."
I froze, my head snapping toward her. "All of them? What—"
