*Della*

As Mr. Cary drove me to his house, I couldn’t help but imagine different things in my head. I didn’t want to believe that he just cared for me because I was his best friend’s daughter and he felt responsible for me. I needed to clear my doubts.

“Mr. Cary, can I ask you a question?” I uttered.

He turned his head to look at me. “Yes, dear. You can ask me anything.”

I gulped nervously and ...