NADINE POINT OF VIEW.

On the way home, my feelings were a mixture of anger and surprise. I was angry at myself for being too confident that Clayton would help me, and surprised that I had not known better. He had spurned my request, as if it was the stupidest thing I could ever ask for. When I got home, I had worked myself into a small rage, and as the driver pulled up and parked the car, I got out, slamming the doors as I did.

"What?" I said to Clayton as I walked into his room, my hand on my ...