The call had barely ended when Lea tilted her head, her curious eyes settling on me as if she'd caught me in the middle of a crime. Her hair was still loose from earlier, falling in waves around her shoulders, and there was a faint flush in her cheeks that made my chest ache.
"Who was it?" she asked softly, almost casually, though I could hear the undertone of suspicion in her voice.
"My mom," I said, trying to keep my tone light, though I could already imagine where this conversation might lead. "She was worried. Said she doesn't want me to bully you."
Lea blinked, then frowned. "Bully me? Why would she think that?"
