Viona's POV
"Not like what?" Jane kept staring at me while tearing into her chicken.
"I'm afraid, Jane…"
She finished chewing quickly, took a sip of cola, then grabbed my wrist.
"What are you afraid of?" Her soft squeeze froze my fingers mid-shred over the chicken I was pulling apart for the kids.
"What if… what if I love him but he doesn't?"
I lowered my head, my eyes warming like I was about to cry. The words felt heavier than they should've. I didn't expect this kind of anxiety to crawl back again. Not until Jane asked what I was afraid of.
"From what I see, he looks like he can't breathe if you're not around. Didn't he confess that?"
