Looking out at the park in front of Clara’s apartment, I felt the urge for a cigarette, something to calm myself. "Don’t be ridiculous, Dave. I did not hire you to keep me safe," I replied, a hint of irritation creeping into my voice.
"That's something I will always do," Dave argued. "Where are you? You know what today is, and judging from the wound you incurred during the message delivery, I have to make sure you are really safe today for my peace of mind."
Today is my parents' death anniversary. I took a deep breath, the weight of the day settling on my shoulders. "I am at Clara's," I informed him. "She ran a fever all night, so I had to make sure she was fine."
"From cooking to nursing," he commented with a chuckle. "You are really whipped."
"f**k off," I retorted, rolling my eyes a
