NORA

"Yes, everything is fine," Kyle reassured me quickly, though his nervous demeanor didn't change. "Let's go to my office."

I followed him down the corridor, my mind racing. We entered his quiet office, and he gestured for me to sit down. As he took his seat behind the desk, he kept avoiding my eyes, fumbling with a pen.

"Kyle, you're making me nervous," I said, leaning forward. "Is this about my mum?"

"No, no, it's not about her medical status," he said, finally setting the pen down and looking up at me.

I let out a breath, trying to calm down, but my confusion only grew.

Kyle took a...