The next morning, I made sure to wake up as early as possible. I needed to leave this mansion before I lost my sanity.
I packed up the little I could. I had already showered, so there was no point waiting. I headed out of my room, and the first person I saw in the hallway was Zane.
He first looked at the bag I was carrying, then back at me.
“What’s going on?” he asked, confused.
I heaved a sigh.
“I’m heading back home.”
“Home?” he asked, confused. “This is your home.”
I mentally rolled my eyes.
“You know what I mean, Zane. I need to go home.”
“Why? Are we not treating you right?” he asked.
I felt bad when he asked that.
“No, it’s not about you or Cain. This is about me. I don’t know who I’m becoming. I want my old self back.”
“I feel like a stranger is living inside me. I can’t
