It’s been 2 weeks since Lucy helped you off the streets. She’d filed out paper work and eventually started fostering you, for real. You’d been grateful but unsure how much of a burden you’d be.

She’d try to give you space and not act to worried or bossy but she couldn’t help but worry about you. She felt a special maternal instinct around you.

One day while you’re eating dinner with her she notices you’re extra quiet.

“Hey, You okay?” She asks softly.