After my father left the lecture hall, Nina waited until she couldn't feel him anymore. Then she turned to Tyson with a frown.
"That wasn't a trap, was it?" Nina asked, frowning at him.
"I don't know. He was keeping his thoughts as private as he was able to, making sure he only thought about what was happening," Tyson answered slowly, turning to her. "And analyzing how you were reacting, how you looked at him and how you look in general."
"What did he think?"
"He thinks you look sick," Tyson shrugged. "Your reactions were rehearsed and stiff, at least to him. I believe he questions what I am doing with you. Instead of thanking me like he did out loud, he thinks I'm keeping you from your life."
"You're not," Nina whispered.
"And yet, perhaps I am," Tyson said, kneeling in front of her
