Tabitha’s POV

Life goes on in the next few weeks and I try to focus on classes instead of the growing tension at home.

On my third week in Kaelara, I stay late to finish a project. By the time I reach the parking lot the sun is already sinking. I spot the car that usually fetches me and walk toward it.

“Sorry for keeping you waiting. I was—” I halt when I notice a different man sitting behind the wheel. “Gerald?” I blurt in surprise.

He glances at me through the rearview mirror and nods. “Good afternoon, Miss Tabitha.”

“Wha—Why are you the one picking me up?” I ask...