*Della*
Mr. Cary held my hand throughout the drive back home. He was so worried about me, and I was happy that he was. After hearing those disheartening words, I felt only he could stick by my side because I needed him to, not because he was going to gain something in return. I was so grateful to him for turning up for me when I needed him the most, but I wasn't sure how to show gratitude to a rich, older man.
“Are you okay?" Mr. Cary's soft, soothing voice jolted me out of my thoughts.
I looked up and realized we were at my house already.
I glance over at him as a feeble smile lit up my face. “Yes." I realized tears still lingered at the bottom of my eyes, so I wiped them off with my fingers.
“It's fine, okay? I'm here now," he said as he opened the door. He hurried out and round
