“Zion’s mathematics competition is the week after his birthday.” Aaron said, glancing up at her as she made her hair into a ponytail. He had aided Zion in doing his homework yesterday and must have seen the school newsletter in the textbook.

“I didn’t know that,” she said, turning around to look at him with a face of surprise.

Unlike her, he didn’t have to hurry up to work. He had the luxury of taking his time and getting ready the way he should. While work for her ...