Her footsteps halted. Mia Grant stood rooted to the spot, staring blankly at her father before her.
Yuri Sinclair sensed she had stopped and turned around with a smile. "I was just thinking out loud. It wasn't meant as advice or a warning. Don't be nervous."
"I won't interfere or pry into your personal affairs. Of course, as your… father, I do hope you'll share things with me. I'd be happy to be a listener. But if you don't want to, you don't have to force it. It's a small thing, so don't worry about it."
Mia Grant blinked.
"Some things are perhaps better suited for a mother to discuss, but your mother passed away early… If you're uncomfortable, or if there's anything you're confused about, you can also talk to Carla Sinclair."
After all, a father is a man; it was normal for a young girl of Mia's age to have some reservations.
Mia Grant shook her head gently. "I'm not confused about anything. I'm just worried that *you'll* be confused."
