~{PETER'S POV}~
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My doors were violently pushed open as someone hurried in before closing them.
I blinked in confusion as I watched her in concern.
"Deborah?" I softly called her name especially when her eyes were so wide like she had just discovered something.
Could she have perhaps found something in regards to our parents death?
"Oh Peter," she softly called my name with a look of pure concern as her eyes glistened.
I wanted to go to her in worry but she hurried towards me and embraced me, leaving me confused but affected by her touch. It touched my heart and I felt so shaken but tried to hold everything together.
When she pulled away, she touched the side of my face, my arms and body as she examined me with tear filled eyes.
"Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere? How are you feeling? Do you need milk? What do you want, my love? Tell me and I will get to it," she fussed over me and it got me extremely worried.
