Carl
Nora kept chattering throughout our drive to the airport about her trip, her meetings and the things she needed to do before coming back, but I was absentminded. I kept one hand on the steering wheel and the other rest near the gearshift.
I nodded when necessary, but my mind was back at the house. I was thinking about Riley, about last night, and the things she had said to me after Nora went to bed.
I hated myself for thinking about that stubborn, infuriating girl who had somehow managed to interrupt every private moment I have tried to have.
How did I let her occupy my thoughts like this? I was meant to watch over her, I am supposed to be her temporary guardian, so what am I doing?
I exhaled and tightened my grip on the wheel.
I was with Nora, I love Nora, I am engaged to Nora
