Melody continued to stare at the door, her hands clenched tightly in front of her as she reminded herself—again—not to ask. It was not her business. She had no reason to interfere. And yet, despite repeating that like a mantra, she couldn't help the heat that had begun to rise in her chest. She was seething.
It had started with a simple, casual question. She had only asked Adir how his weekend had gone. An innocent question, really. One any teacher might ask a student.
But Adir, in all his cheerful honesty, had given her every detail—how it had been "so much fun," and how he had visited a farm where he got to feed goats, pet a donkey, and even ride a horse. His eyes had lit up as he'd explained how his aunt had taken him there because she was going on a holiday and had brought him along with her. He had laughed while talking about how the horse he rode was named Bubbles and how his aunt had promised to teach him properly next time.
