"Addison, stop overthinking and just tell me what you need me to do." Silas cut in gently, pulling Addison's mind back to the present when Silas noticed the younger woman's face turning pale, horror flickering in her eyes. She couldn't help but pull Addison back from her overthinking.
Silas could see the fear for her children written all over Addison's face, but she also knew she couldn't lie or downplay the truth. Addison deserved to know just how special her children were, whether the knowledge comforted her or only deepened her worry.
Addison took a few steadying breaths before meeting Silas's gaze again. Talking with her was always a challenge. Silas's attention tended to drift toward whatever interested her most, often throwing Addison off-topic.
Now, after her moment of worry for her children, she forced herself to calm down. Silas, for once, stayed quiet, simply watching her.
