"Maybe I did something wrong," Hera voiced out to Mariam worriedly. She massaged her hands nervously with slightly furrowed brows.
"And what exactly did you do?" the older woman inquired expectantly. She had been with her ever since they got back from the game. Hera had been in a black mood, and she didn't know how to console the little woman. She had wanted to sympathize with her, but how could she do that when she didn't even know what could've caused the problem in the first place?
All Hera did was sigh occasionally and blame herself ever since she got back. She had refused to disclose what must've happened at the game.
Did they fight, or was it worse than what she might be thinking?
"I won't know how to help you if I don't know what's wrong, Hera." Mariam held her hands and squeezed gently. "So if it's that big of a problem, then you might want to tell me first. What's wrong?"
"I don't know..." She trailed off, her eyes downcast as she gazed at the floor instead of the woman's face. She was too embarrassed. Why was he mad at her? As far as she could remember, she didn't say or do anything wrong, or did she?
"I think that Bryce is upset with me."
The older woman straightened herself to listen attentively. "What do you mean by he's upset with you? Did you do something wrong?"