I was a bit floored that he'd follow me to make sure I was safe… but my anger easily overrode the giddy feeling in me.

“Let's go home, Rosie.” Henry said.

“I'm not going with you.”

I heard a car door open and close.

“Are you alright, Rosie?” Andy asked, leaning on his car.

“This is none of your concern, boy.” Henry said, gaze still locked on mine.

“Excuse you,” Andy said, walking closer. “She's my friend—”

“And she's my daughter.”

He scoffed lightly, “she said she isn't.”

Henry's jaw clenched tightly.

“Would you like to assure your little boyfriend that you're absolutely fine.”

“He's not my boyfriend.” I replied,...