Chapter 43 Doreen's Past

• “Dear, what's the matter? Tell me, please. You returned home last night and refused to even look either your mother or me in the eye. Did something bad happen at the tryouts, huh? You can always talk to me, Francess.”
• Killian spoke softly while stroking her lengthy brown hair. She remained still in his arms for some seconds before sitting upright.
• Balls of tears were already streaming down her cheeks, and he quickly wiped them away with his thumbs.