Genevieve's POV

　　My reaction didn't go unnoticed by Mom, as her smile dropped from her face.

　　"Are you okay now, Genevieve?" he asked curiously.

　　"Mhmm," I nodded, my hands placed firmly on my lap.

　　"So we can play or bake cookies when I come back like before?" he asked hopefully, eyes twinkling.

　　"No. Not yet." His face falls, and a deflated expression marries his face.

　　"But why?"

　　"I don't feel like baking ...