Immediately we get home, we go to the room. Don is surprisingly nice. To be sincere, I expect him to yell at me, but he doesn't. He throws his black shirt at me, and I pick it up in confusion.
"Put it on," he says. I am confused, but at the same time, I am happy. I have always wanted to wear his shirt again because of how good it felt the first time.
"OK," I say, walking into the closet and changing into his shirt. I can't point out a particular expression from him because I have seen a lot today.
We are both served dinner in our room. It is like he knows I am tired. We eat dinner silently, and for the first time, I eat with him without fear.
He suddenly grabs my hand.
"I'm sorry, Nala. I'm just scared of losing you too," he says, and I give him a weak smile. I don't kn
