Davina's POV
"I want to," I started, my voice shaking. "Trust me when I say I do." I shot up from my seat, restless energy making it impossible to stay still.
My hands fidgeted constantly, like I was trying to catch the perfect words from thin air.
"But I'm terrified, Chase. Terrified of getting his hopes up about finding his dad. Terrified his father will turn him away." My throat constricted, the mere possibility making my chest burn. "I won't let him get hurt like that."
Chase remained seated, his eyes following my restless movement. His face stayed steady but not cold, like he was keeping his own feelings locked away. "You can't predict how he'll react," he said softly. "Could go well... could go badly."
