"Sir," she says. We're back to the formality again.
"Please get in. We need to talk."
I drive us to a park, and we stay in silence for a while.
"I'm sorry,"
"I'm sorry," We chorus and return to our silence.
"Sam, what I did yesterday was irresponsible. I should’ve stopped it immediately when it started. I'm the one with the duty of care as the older one."
"Please don't apologize. You know I started this," she says, fidgeting with a plain silver ring on her finger.
Now what? What do I say to her? Between my drive here and now, I discover I don't really want her gone from my life. That will be the most harrowing thing.
"I'll accept your resignation," I say and notice how her face falls immediately.
"But on two conditions. I’ll help you get a new job first. That way, we don't raise suspicion with Donald."
"Okay," she looks relieved. "And the second one?"
"Be my girl—"
A knock on the window startles both of us. I look to her side and see Donald, looking at both of us with fury burning in his eyes.