12

We sit in absolute silence in the car for the third time today leaving the party hall, I’m glad the day finally is over. I just want to get home, climb in my bed, and forget all about today, at least for a few hours. If I’m lucky, I won’t run into Eunice and Monica.

I swallowed, my throat, still tight from the emotions of the day “Can I go home now?”

“We are on our way home”

I glanced out the window and watched as we drove past the road that would lead to my house. My eyes jumped from him to the driver at the front, wondering if I should call his attention as he kept driving further and further away.

It took courage but I finally voiced to the man beside me, “I mean my own home”

“You live with me from now on”

I almost swallowed my tongue, heat spreading up my neck in frustration, “Bu-but my things…” I trailed off.

“I’ll have someone pick them up by morning,” he says effectively putting an end to the discussion.

I sit tensed, my fingers clasped tightly around the clutch in my la