Sophia and Valentina's faces were drawn and solemn as they approached their mother, Analyn. She immediately noticed the change in their expressions and felt a wave of worry wash over her.
"Sophia, Val! What's wrong?" she exclaimed.
"We need to talk to you about Ronan, Mom," Valentina spoke up.
Analyn furrowed her brow in confusion. "Is this about your recent escapade at the nightclub? Your father was not pleased with that."
The girls exchanged a nervous glance before Sophia replied, "No, it's something else." The concern in her voice was palpable and Analyn could feel her heart rate quicken.
"You said you wanted to talk to me about Ronan? I heard what he did to that poor security guard. Gosh, what am I going to do with this boy?" Anayln shook her head.
"It's not just that, Luna," Sophia spoke up. "There is something wrong with him."