Kimberly
The Journey was spent in silence as I couldn't stop thinking about Kendrivk’s actions towards me.
Did something happen? Why was he being so good to me?
He even bought me a phone when he was the one who had taken the one I had before.
Was this some act or was he being genuine? I couldn't tell.
To my astonishment, Kendrick turned toward me and smiled as if he could read my thoughts and thus time, It wasn’t the cold, calculating smile I was used to but something softer, almost warm. My chest tightened in confusion.
This wasn’t the Kendrick I knew.
“Are you comfortable?” he asked, his voice steady but lacking its usual edge.
I nodded, unsure of how to respond. The question itself was a rarity; Kendrick didn’t ask about comfort, he demanded compliance.
As we arrived at t
