Nathan's POV
A hand landed on my shoulder. I lifted my head to see Timothy. His lips were tightly sealed as he gestured ahead with a calm expression on his face, like we were going for a morning stroll.
"Come with me," he said.
I followed ahead quietly, not even bothering to stare at the man in front of me. My questions were kept in; asking too many questions might make me seem like I was desperate to know and possibly affected by this abrupt change.
"Don't worry," he finally said as he led me out of the house and through the small garden. "It's nothing too serious. I just need help with the training grounds. Picking up equipment, putting things back after practice. You won't be doing anything stressful."
I nodded. The luxury of caring or even getting bothered about this had swayed from me. All I wanted to do was get so far away from Derrick and Anita. "So basically… I'm your janitor."
