The journey back to the mansion felt strange from the moment we said goodbye to the Rogers and got into the van. For some reason, Rebecca remained silent, but this time, her silence was... different. Curiosity about what was on her mind took hold of me as soon as the van moved, but I didn't dare to ask. I don't dare because, despite her strange silence, I really needed those minutes of peace to think about everything that was coming and how she would react. The Rebecca who sat next to me was not defensive, much less venomous. She didn't give me a dirty look, nor did she look at me with hatred. In fact, she didn't really look at me at all. She didn't act as she has been doing since she's been with me, she didn't even put up a fight on the way. She was simply distant.
Immersed in her though
