Chapter 98

Hazel's POV

"Are you okay, Hazel?"

Lunch was over, and I had again insisted on taking the plates to the kitchen for washing. Mama Mia had followed me when she noticed my countenance.

"Yes, Mama Mia." I replied, but without enthusiasm or any indication that I was anywhere near fine.

"Are you sure?"

"Very."

"But you don’t look like it."

She scrutinised me with a doubtful stare of her own, which I pretended not to see, and scrubbed the dish I was holding harder.

"I’m fine, Mama Mia."

"You have to tell her, Hazel."

"Why? Why should I?"

"You won’t believe me. You don’t think I have the right to make you feel better. Maybe opening up to her might make you feel better."

"I don’t want her to think I am a nag. That I complain too much and over every little thing. Also, it’s not that I don’t believe you or that you don’t possess the right to make me feel better. You do, Lia. Stop making it seem like you’r