Hailee's POV
A soft knock landed on my door, and I knew instantly it was Mother.
"Come in, Mother. The door's open," I said gently.
The door creaked open, and she stepped inside, gently shutting it behind her. Her eyes, full of concern, found me curled up on the bed. Without a word, she crossed the room and sat beside me, her hands folded neatly in her lap.
I knew she had a lot to say, and honestly, I wasn't in the mood to hear any of it tonight. But I stayed quiet, patient.
Her eyes swept over me, looking worried. "You look drained," she said gently. "What's happening?"
I sighed, folding my arms across my chest.
How do I even begin to explain that I might be falling for three different boys—and I didn't want to lose any of them? Or hurt them either?
Before I could respond, she continued, "Is this about what he said… about the marriage?"
I scoffed. "That's the least of my worries."
