The following Monday morning, I went downstairs to see my father in the dining room, drinking coffee with the newspaper in his hands.
"Good morning, Dad." I greeted him as I head in the kitchen.
Dad removed the newspaper from his face. "Good morning, sweetheart."
I continued towards the kitchen. When I entered, Sarah was at the stove. "Good morning." I said as I walked over to the fridge and poured myself a glass of orange juice.
"Good morning, dear." Sarah said. I walked over to the breakfast bar and sat on a stool. "Do you want a ride to school?" She asked, placing a plate of eggs and toast in front of me.
"No, I'm going with Tyler." I said.
Sarah lifted her eyebrows at me and smiled knowingly. "Oh, your boyfriend." She stated.
I haven't told Dad or Sarah about Tyler being my boyf
