Chapter Eighteen

I didn’t go out of the house the following days. I didn’t take any calls. Jen tried to call me once or twice. I didn’t bother to pick up. I still didn’t know what to do about her. I didn’t want to listen to her explanations until I was decided about how I wanted to move forward.

I was testing my limit, too. Could I survive the next weeks, months or years being by myself and not have Jen shape my future for me? Would I be happier if I untie my fate from hers?

Every day, after school, I go straight home. My father was in Europe for an extended trip so I was more or less free to go around the house in my boxer shorts, a pair of t-shirt or even in a Barney costume and nobody would tell me off. The maids already knew I was a little weird, but I think they still prefer me over my father, his mistresses and eccentric guests any day.

In the evenings, I cook, which was something I was very good at. My mother was a genius in the kitchen and she taught me to experiment with ingredients.