Naomi
“Are you sure you don’t mind?” I asked Derek as we sat in the car. I was seated in the passenger seat next to him instead of in the back.
“No, not at all,” he replied. I could tell he was uncomfortable, but I wasn’t about to sit in the back with my parents. I also wasn’t sure if they would actually come out. As the minutes ticked by, my anxiety grew.
“Let’s give them an additional five minutes,” I said as I glanced at the time on the dashboard. Derek hummed but didn’t comment. Three minutes later, I heard a door open, and I looked over to see my parents coming out of the apartment building. A mixture of despair and relief hit me, but I breathed out slowly as they approached the car. Derek made a move to get out, but I quickly grabbed his arm to stop him. My father opened the back
