My hands won’t stop shaking as I fold the letter for the third time. It’s not signed, but I know your handwriting like my own pulse. \n\nYou shouldn’t have sent this. We agreed—after last night, we’d stay away. One slip, one witness, and they’ll brand us deviants. Erase us. \n\nBut here you are, asking me to meet at the clocktower at midnight. Just talk, you say. One last time. \n\nI want to throw it in the fire. I want to memorize every word. \n\nMy sister knocks on the door. 'Dinner’s ready. Father wants to discuss the engagement.' \n\nYou’re not supposed to be part of my future. So why does letting go feel like dying? I eat my food at the table when dad declared me man of the house. "Richard- Jc today onwards you are the man of the house, all women and men should obey you in my absence, also I'll be away from now for atleast six months take care of everyone, no college,I have spoken with the management and it's approved you will be home for the next 6 months okay, are we clear?" After dinner i watch the man leaves for his work and women now at my mercy, but my two mother's looking at me with lust.