Chapter Eighteen
Ana
The moment I reached for the front door handle, Desmond’s voice boomed through the hallway, yelling for me to stop right where I was.
I slowly turned around on my heel to look back at him.
"Why are you stopping me now?" I asked, keeping my voice deadpan. "Do you actually have anything useful left to say to me? I want to go outside for a walk. If I stay inside this house for another minute, some of the eyes in this room are going to stare me to death."
Desmond opened his mouth and lifted his hand to point his finger at me, preparing to bark another command, but he stopped himself mid-gesture. His hand dropped back to his side.
I didn't wait for him to find his words; I simply turned my back on the family and walked out of the house.
As I stepped onto the g
