#Chapter228

“Do you want me to come in with you?” Arry regards me with scrutiny, standing in the street outside the old-fashioned brick building and I blink up at him with a serious frown. Stomach in knots.

“You’re kidding right? What, like you’re my dad and this is kindergarten?” I resist the urge to fan my face for the third time, push down the nausea and nerves and refrain from shoving Arry’s fussing hands off me. He’s fixing my jacket for the second time in five minutes, and even though it’s endearing, it’s making me feel antsy and agitated as he brushes a hair out of my face softly. I’m...