Mom didn’t notice. She didn’t notice a lot of stuff these days. I put my arm around her and she leaned on me.
“Let’s get out of here,” she said softly. “I can’t stand this place.”
“I’m right there with you.”
I steered her to the elevators.
I don’t know when Calvin decided he wanted me. Maybe when the letters started, or maybe before. I couldn’t say for certain—but he didn’t hide his desires.
He spelled them out, one filthy word after the next.
One week to say yes.
And if I didn’t?
I had a feeling Calvin would drag me through hell until I finally gave him what he wanted.