"What's wrong, Zeo?" he asks, his voice strained.I hastily wipe my eyes with the back of my hand and make a feeble attempt at a cheerful smile. “Oh, nothing, Mr. Lamington. I’m fine, thank you. Just having a wee moment.”"Obviously, you're not fine," he shuts down his engine and gets out of his sleek car, approaching me on foot. "What's going on, exactly?" I look at him, trying to prepare what I want to say, but my mind is a mess, a noisy storm that I don't even begin to understand. "Why are you here, Ryan?" I“Ummm… I’ve been kicked out of my apartment by my landlord, and I don’t know where I’m going to go. It’s been an hour.”I don’t have to say a thing before he gets into high gear. He clicks a button on his key, and his trunk swings open. He hauls two of my suitcases, one in each hand, toward his car.“What are you doing?” I ask, scrambling up from my seat on the suitcase."Well, I am not going to leave my daughter's governess crying on a dirty street in Brixton. I am taking
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