Inquiring Gently
Curiosity tugged at me, but I resisted the urge to press too hard. “What’s on your mind, Jake?” I asked softly, hoping to draw out the thoughts hidden behind his pensive demeanor. He shifted uneasily, his eyes flickering with uncertainty as if weighing the risk of sharing the burden on his young shoulders. It was a fragile moment, and I silently willed him to find the courage to trust me with his story.
Inquiring Gently
Confession Of Concern
Jake finally took a deep breath, his gaze locking onto mine with an intensity laced with unease. “My mom,” he said abruptly, the words tumbling out in a voice barely above a whisper, heavy with worry. It was a stark departure from the lively stories of his travels he had shared earlier. His expression spoke volumes—whatever weighed on him wasn’t just a passing concern. It was something deeper, something tied to his mother, carrying an undercurrent of danger that extended far beyond the simplicity of a road trip.
Confession Of Concern
