While we were having our supper, Desmond did not ask anything about my life seven years that we drifted apart. He only asked what could have gotten me going home so late and if Madam Ibanez was abusing us.

I wanted to say that yes, she was abusing us and not paying us very well but I only told him the positive ones because I had a feeling that he was going to take her down if I ever admitted that.

"How's Daniel?" I asked after we were enveloped with silence.

Desmond looked at me before he lowered his head to the meal he was eating. He already had a...