AGATHA
"Are you okay, Agatha?" Theresa asked with concern in her voice as we got into her car.
I knew she had noticed my silence and how I barely spoke since we left the precinct where Draven was being held.
"Yes," I replied curtly, avoiding her gaze because it was hard to lie to her face.
Draven's treatment of me earlier was painful. How could I be okay when the memory of him throwing me out of his sight was still fresh in my mind?
That was not the reaction I expected when he saw me, especially since we hadn't seen or talked to each other for days.
I knew Draven had problems. I was ready to listen and understand everything, but sometimes, in situations like this, I felt hurt and pitied myself.
I didn't want to force myself on him. It was right to leave and not return to the precinc
