#Chapter18 Improv

I rubbed my hands together anxiously, looking at Wes. "Ready for this?"

He quirked an eyebrow, seeming amused. Somehow. I don't know how he could be amused. I was on the verge of having an anxiety attack. "Don't worry about me, Fia. Are you ready?"

I let out a shaky breath, laughing uncomfortably. I thought trying to laugh would make me feel less tense. "It's ridiculous that I am losing my shit over seeing my own family, right?"

Wes shrugged, walking over to me. He placed his hands on my upper-arms, grounding me. His touch instantly made me relax. "You got this. This is why I'm here. Think...