When we got outside, the air felt different.
For a second, I almost lost my balance..
Rose already called a taxi and he was close, but before we could step forward, a man approached us.
“Ma’am, please follow me.”
His voice was polite.
I didn’t need to look toward the garage to know what this was.
But I did anyway.
And there it was. Casper’s black Land Rover waiting.
What was he picking me up for anyway? Let him go back to his life, his wife, his perfect little world. He should be relieved. Relieved that he didn’t have to deal with a child that existed because of a mistake he had made.
My fingers pressed against my forehead.
“Follow you to where?” I asked the man quietly as if clueless.
“Sir sent me to bring you home.”
Home.
The word felt like an insult.
As soon as he said tha
