*Della*

Mr. Cary held my hand throughout the drive back home. He was so worried about me, and I was happy that he was. After hearing those disheartening words, I felt only he could stick by my side because I needed him to, not because he was going to gain something in return. I was so grateful to him for turning up for me when I needed him the most, but I wasn’t sure how to show gratitude to a rich, older man.

“Are you okay?” Mr. Cary’s ...