Mia's POV:
I needed Zayn to keep an eye on Ramirez for me. He was the third kid I was working on. He had agreed to go back to school and meet with me for two hours every week. I needed to make sure he was on his best behavior.
While we were still talking about the details of our work, my phone began to ring. It was Genevieve of course.
“Hey, what’s up?” I asked, standing and walking away from Zayn.
“I need your help.” She said. I stopped moving. There was something in her voice that told me she needed my help.
“Where are you?”
Zayn took a taxi home while Terry drove me to Genevieve's apartment. She was standing by the door when I walked in, wrapped in her bathing robe.
“Genevieve, what's wrong?” I asked. She looked fine, didn't she? Wait.
Genevieve undid the bathrobe and it fell to
