Claire’s
“Seb, you don’t need to stay; I can handle this. Besides, I’m safe at my parents’ house. And they might wonder why you’re always with me,” I explained, for what felt like the tenth time. He was so persistent.
He stared at me for a long moment, weighing my words before sighing. He seemed reluctant. He reached for my hand, which was resting on my lap, and squeezed gently. I smiled to reassure him that everything would be alright soon.
“Okay, just call me after you talk to them. I have things to do at the office, but call me afterward; I’ll send Richard to pick you up,” he instructed, more like a command. I wanted to roll my eyes at his behavior.
After we’d settled our things in his condo, my father called, saying they wanted to see me. I felt a little nervous because of the firm
