Alina Dalca's POV
"what's taking him so long?" I asked myself as I was pacing back and forth in front of our bed in Kyle's bedroom. I was worried sick when he went out a couple of hours ago and hasn't returned yet. A knock disturbed me before Laura came into the bedroom.
"Oh, Alina. You haven't sleep yet? It's almost 2 AM in the morning. You should sleep, dear," she said as she handed me warm milk that can eventually help me sleep.
"I'm sorry. It just, it just I am worried about Kyle," I said as I sat on the bed.
"Please, honey. Kyle is a grown-up man. I'm sure he will return soon enough," Laura said before she urged me to take a sip of the warm milk.
"Here, it might help you to get some sleep," she said as I drank the whole glass of milk just so that she would stop worrying about me.
"Thank you," I said to her as I handed her the empty glass.
