Mia POV

Doubt was an insidious emotion. It undermined everything. Every action, every word, every touch was now suspect. Mia thought something profound was blooming between them, but now…

Now Mia didn’t know what to think.

“Hey.”

Mia looked up to see Willison leaning against the door jamb, his hands shoved in the front pockets of his jeans.

“Smith just left,” he said when she said nothing.

“I heard him,” Mia replied, turning back to her still-unfinished drawing.

Mia had left her room to say hello to her brother, but she hadn’t lingered. She was angry with him and his insistence on ‘keeping an eye on her’ so she’d hidden...