I have just reached the edge of the driveway when I notice a sleek black car parked a few meters away.

My heart jumps, thinking it is Nolan who has come to take me home, but when I walk closer and check the window of the car, I realize it is no one but Frank.

The tinted window rolls down slowly, revealing Frank himself, who smiles and grasps the steering wheel.

"Frank?" I ask in confusion. "Where is Nolan?" He gives a small polite nod.

"Good evening, Miss Hazel. Mr. Nolan ...