Demi
Anna's worried, again. She doesn't say it outright, but the way she lingers by the door, fingers twitching at the strap of her purse, says everything her lips don't. She looks like she's one deep sigh away from canceling work just to keep an eye on me.
"Are you sure you'll be fine here all day?" she asks for the third time today in her usual, maternal voice.
I smile from the couch, clutching a throw pillow against my chest. "Anna, I'll be fine. What other language do you want me to tell you that?"
Her gaze softens but doesn't move. "You've barely gone out in days. You should come with me, even if it's just for the drive. The walls can't be that interesting."
"They're not," I say lightly. "But I plan on being a couch potato for a while. Maybe I'll finally convince my uncle to take me away from here. He owes me that much after abruptly canceling our trip."
Anna frowns, crossing her arms. "He did say it was urgent."
