Veronica stood in the doorway of the kitchen just watching you. She was extremely worried about you and your distress. You were leaning against the counter, rubbing your eyes. She wasn’t sure when the last time you got any sleep or ate, or even showered.

She wasn’t quite sure how to approach you. As big as her heart was and as loyal as she was, Veronica still had a few problems with emotional people skills. But she wasn’t about to back down. A Lodge never backed down.

Frowning, she squared her shoulders back a little snd gave it a go.

“Are you okay?” She asked, her voice soft.

A silly question because of its obvious answer, and a cliche, but Veronica had to start somewhere.