A few days passed. Everything is normal. He's being a gentleman. He will drive me up at school and in the afternoon and the driver will pick me up. He comes home at six o'clock and sometimes eight o'clock.

I'm done with the chores and have cooked in that time.

"I'm not going home later. " I stopped drinking milk at what he said.

"O-Okay." We're at the table now and eating. My class is seven-thirty in the morning.

“ Don't wait for me. " He said not looking at me. His gaze was on a magazine as he drank coffee. I suddenly felt pain. I know he was like...