It's been a week since I left Sabelo's house. He hasn't contacted me. It's a good thing, I think. My mom hasn't stopped calling though. And I know I can't sit and lie to them today. They are going to ask questions. Questions they didn't ask the last time. Not because they aren't good parents. They are actually great parents. My phone pings, I take my phone out of the bag thinking it's my ride. It's Sabelo.
Sabelo: There's a car outside. Use it. It's cold today. We wear a jacket.
I don't know why but this warms my heart. I smile. This is nice. When I walked out, a guard showed me a black BMW SUV with tinted windows. Just when I'm about to get inside the car, my phone pings. It's Sabelo again.
Sabelo: You look good. Remember to stay safe. I love you.
And this time I reply, 'I love you t
