Cassandra.
I kept to myself for the next few days.
It was an easy routine. Wake up, have the nanny or other staff member bring breakfast up for my kids and I, drop them off at school in the white Bentley that had become my favorite out of Zane's fleet, and return to my bed.
I felt so emotionally and mentally drained, that I was content with just sleeping through the day, watching a few trash TV shows on the massive TV mounted on my bedroom wall, read one page of a book and abandon it, then go back to sleep again. Have the staff bring up dinner, help my kids with their homework, read them stories —which Zane bought them— and put them to bed. The cycle repeated itself, over and over.
It was peaceful for a while.
From my window, I could get an amazing view of both the sunrise, and the s
