“Son, please sit down,” Mr. Kensington says. “We were just about to begin.”
Dominic sits directly across from me not making eye contact. He’s all dressed up in a suit and tie and freshly shaven. I try to act normal as my mind races to figure this out. Dominic is a Kensington? As in the people who are paying for my college? As in the people who know my whole life story? A story I was hoping to hide from Dominic and everyone else at Moorhurst?
“Jessica, this is my son, Dominic,” Mr. Kensington says. “He’s also a freshman at Moorhurst. Dominic, this is Jessica.”
“Hi, Dominic,” I said, staring right at him.
“Hi.” Dominic glanced at me for a second, then looked down at the table.
His dad cleared his throat. “You could be more friendly, Dominic. I’m sure you’ll be seeing Jessica at school
