Nadia
I’d dreaded the idea of one-on-one tutoring from Vincent. But despite his new crispness towards me, I’d begun to realise that he was actually a good teacher. Having all his attention – and not being distracted by packs of bullying classmates – was making a huge difference in my learning.
Don’t get me wrong, I still struggled to keep up. All my schooling before Vincent found me had been haphazard, the ineffective homeschooling assigned at the orphanage interspersed with brief and soon-interrupted forays into public schools whenever I’d been sent to a foster home. I’d never have a teacher who actually gave a s**t – about teaching, or about me.
And even though Vincent was acting strangely distant, he clearly still cared.
He drew out detailed charts explaining current inter- an
