I refused to give up and dragged Jimmy around the mall, but we still didn't find any sign of York.
"Scumbag!"
I punched the glass door of the mall and cursed.
Passersby looked at us with curiosity.
Jimmy, looking somewhat innocent, pulled me away.
Back home, I took out the luggage I had packed the night before, piece by piece.
I tentatively chatted with Janet about examples of cheating and mistresses...
Janet listened attentively, and at the end, she asked with concern, "Yvonne, is Jimmy giving you a hard time? If he dares to bully you, tell me, and I'll deal with him."
See? That was my sister—her own life may be a mess, but she still worried that I was mistreated.
"Not at all! Wait, he's my boss now, so there's no such thing as bullying."
Jimmy was only a few years older than me, and our families had always liked to tease us. Since I saw his mother dressing him up in a skirt, I couldn't see him as a potential romantic interest.
What should have been a heartwarming tale of childhood friends turned into something quite different in my mind.
Janet looked at me with a smile but didn't say anything.