“I need to be home sometimes, to work, to study. I don’t know what nights.” I answer childishly, pouting over my lack of pancakes and staring out past the ceramic bowl to the New York skyline from his wide windows. It’s raining today, and the sky is overcast, not that it’s important, but I realize how nice the view is here at this time of the day.

“I’m not trying to pressure you to stay. If you want to, I want you to know it’s an open offer, Sophs. I would have you with ...