_Alyssa's POV_
That afternoon, I helped my mother wash the dishes. I was trying to distract myself. I could tell that she had a million questions, but thankfully, she didn’t ask them. The sound of running water and clinking dishes filled the silence between us. I scrubbed the plate in my hands with more force than necessary, trying to work out my frustration.
"Alyssa, are you alright?" my mother finally asked.
"Yeah, I’m fine, Mom," I replied, not looking at her. I didn’t want her to see how anxious I was.
She didn’t push the subject and we finished the dishes in silence. Just as we were wiping down the counter, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I quickly dried my hands and pulled it out, hoping it wasn’t another message from Logan. But it wasn’t him. It was Damon.
"Hey, Alyssa. I am free
