Lance.
"Dinner is served," a man dressed in a chef's attire interrupts us and I am glad. The conversation was getting too heavy. I can't handle all this at once.
I want to help him but how can I help him when I don't even know what is wrong. There is so much fear in his life, fear that is unknown to me.
Why is he so afraid?
"We'll be right down."
He looks at me and I watch as his expression changes "We should head down. Dad doesn't really like to wait."
I nod and we walk out of his room together, once outside, I grab his arm in my grip "Are you okay?" I genuinely want to know.
He smiles "I am fine. I just needed you to know that she is nothing to me. I won't hurt you like that."
"I don't care about Lisa." I scrunch up my face, he chuckles.
