A few hours later, Ace returned with a drug. He urged me to take it as he stood there, watching me. As I did, he left with its packaging, claiming he would dispose of it himself. After that, we didn’t speak. He just disappeared while I returned to my reading, but still time, I sat at the balcony of my bedroom. 

Towards evening, I rushed downstairs, waiting for the sound of a car rolling into the driveway, waiting for the click of the front door. Waiting for Mr. Scott. After last night, I ...