As I watched her walk away from me. I began to wonder if she was actually telling me the truth by saying she did not understand what I was feeling or what I was asking of her.
A part of me felt like she understood clearly what was going on and she was only pretending not to know.
I got out of the living room, and just when I stepped out, I saw Taylor driving him. He had my car, but for some reason I didn't want to take it. I got back into his and drove towards the gate, not giving him a glance. I was still angry at him for not being able to keep Cassandra in that house and letting her escape under his watch, but I knew better than to be too hard on him, which made silence a better option.
Driving back to the mansion, a lot of thoughts kept clustering my mind, and I began to wonder if it was even possible for me to recover from all of these troubles.
