Just as he'd thought. She had heard everything.
Hayes Hughes's eyelashes fluttered, his heart a tangled mess of emotions.
His gaze fell upon the figure on the swing. The girl's toes lightly brushed the ground, her body swaying gently with its motion.
Meeting his gaze, Mia Grant smiled. Her eyes curved into two crescents, looking utterly adorable.
But for some reason, even seeing her so happy, Hayes couldn't shake the feeling of unease in his heart.
Gradually, Mia noticed his strange silence, and the curve of her lips slowly flattened.
Inside the conservatory, the silence was broken only by the sound of flowing water behind them.
Mia Grant sighed silently.
Hayes Hughes could always sense her mood shifts with uncanny precision.
'I really can't hide anything from him, can I?'
"Okay, fine. I am a little, but just a tiny bit."
Was she sad?
Yes, she was.
But she had no intention of fighting, trying to salvage things, or struggling against her sadness.
