Wrong choices

«It has nothing to do with your mother,» Lara said after a few minutes of silence.

Nate didn't seem to have any intention of leaving before solving whatever was making her suffer. He was just as stubborn as her cubs, so she agreed to tell him everything before things went out of control.

«Why is your phone broken?» he continued, noticing the pieces of the device on the lower table, a few steps from them.

«It's because I threw it on the bed, and it slipped down... It was an accident, really. I didn't want to break it so badly,» she chuckled, sipping the tea he had brought.

«So, you didn't throw it on the ground or against a wall because of rage...»

«Not because of rage,» she confirmed. «I don't even know what I feel right now.»

«Tell me what happened,» he ordered, ready to listen.

Only after a couple of seconds did he realise how his words sounded.