In the two minutes he’s gone, I try to organize everything I want to go over with him tonight. Most of his weaker courses are in software engineering modules which is more practical than theoretical and from what he said earlier, he’s not exactly willing to spend extra time on anything. So… I’ll have to figure something out.
Somewhere at the back of my mind, my dad surfaces and I wonder whether he’ll actually do something about today. I push it down before it finishes forming. Negative thoughts attract negative things and I am not doing that tonight.
Edward returns with the textbook, drops onto the couch, and immediately goes back to his phone.
My jaw tightens.
I know what you’re thinking: that it’s none of my business whether he’s distracted as long as my tuition is paid. And technic
