No Choice
The atmosphere in the room turned tense when Emma chose not to answer Eleanor's question immediately. Instead, she turned away, pulled a chair closer to the bed, and sat down. Her expression was guarded, but her eyes were sharp with purpose. "I heard you've been telling everyone about another world… what about it?"
Eleanor's gaze flickered, a shadow of curiosity crossing her face. For a moment, it seemed like she was considering her response. "Who told you that?" she asked, her tone cautious, almost defensive. "As I told you before, there is no such world."
Emma leaned forward, resting her arms on her knees as her voice grew firmer. "You're avoiding the question. If there's no such world, then why bring it up at all? You've got everyone worried about you, Mom. Even Cole thinks—"