After I calm down, I think I should have a talk with Daley. Maybe I was too excited. I had to let him know that I didn't mean to withhold information about the flash drive from him, and I had to let him know that I didn't like the way he was making decisions for me, and I didn't like the way he was telling me what to do, especially in front of my father.
Before I opened the door, I mentally rehearsed the words I had already thought of to apologize. I'm sure he will understand me after listening to my explanation. We'll think of a better way.
But it was all in my head, and when I actually opened the door, Daley wasn't outside at all. He left without telling me. I didn't believe him, so I went to the bathroom and the closet to check it out. He really left. I felt empty inside, but that emp
