Sandro jogged out of the house and took his spot on the front seat. He threw me a glance and a simple shake of his head. I untangled my twisted arms and leaned on my seat as Randy finally started the engine, and soon enough, we drove out of the house.
“What is it?” I demanded of Sandro. I would be late today because my father had called for him in his office. I had expected it after that dinner last night, and when I realized he and Mom were not in a hurry for the office. I bet my Dad had called the school to inform them I'd be late for my first class, too.
He shifted on his seat as he fixed his tie and gave me a sideways glance past his shoulder. “You’ve confused them, Miss Roxette. Mnsignore demanded I tell him what has been happening to you for the past weeks. I had to tell him you
