I didn't know whether to call this luck or bad luck. Henry insisted on driving me home, but I refused to use his car. At first, Henry didn't want to comply, but I didn't force him. I chose to drive slowly rather than share a confined space with a man who was now driving so focused.

Naomi sent a message saying that she would also work overtime, and Dona apologized for not being able to accompany me. Maybe they would only come to my apartment around 7 pm. I whined, asking to be accompanied, but ...