But that feeling was quickly washed away by the anger I felt when I remembered how he had refused to answer my question yesterday and instead told me to go to bed. "What are you doing here, Steve?" I blurted out, desperate to redirect both his attention and my own thoughts.

Steve stood up, buttoning his suit jacket, a small smile playing on his lips. "Well, good morning to you too, Mabel," he replied, his eyes meeting mine. I could see the effort it took for him to keep his gaze on my face ...