Drake's POV:
"Sit down, Drake. Before I tell you anything, you need to sit down," Nelly pleaded, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and urgency.
I hesitated, standing there, my chest tight with worry. Every fiber of my being wanted to grab her by the shoulders and shake the truth out of her, but the look in her eyes—wide, panicked, filled with an emotion I couldn't quite place—stopped me. She wasn't going to speak until I did what she asked.
I sighed heavily, my frustration barely contained. Every part of me wanted to demand answers, to shake her until she told me what was wrong. But the look in her eyes—fear, anxiety, even a flicker of something close to guilt—held me back. She wasn't just stalling. This was something big.
