Was She Anxious?

Greg frowned at that. "Where did you want to go?"

He had a feeling he was not going to like her answer. He didn't know why, but his heartbeat heightened at her words.

"I spoke to my big brother a while ago..." Lucy started and trailed off.

Greg urged her to go on, his frown deepening.

And it took a while for her to continue. She bit her lips and gave him a fleeting glance before lowering her head.

"It's– It's my parents. Th-they want to see me." Her words came out almost inaudible. They were barely whispers against his ears.

'Her parents?' Greg found himself fisting the bedsheet. Why would her parents want to see her after tossing her out? Were they willing to take her back? That would be a great thing. But why didn't he feel comfortable with that idea?

"Why do they want that?" He lifted her chin but she avoided his gaze.

"I– I don't know." She didn't waste time to answer. And he could see in her eyes. She was lying again.