Trevor's POV
It's been 30 minutes since I arrived to her room, and had no plan knocking. I can hear her sobbing and understand the pain she's hiding while we're at the dining table. However, she cannot express it properly and become enraged out of nowhere.
Her cries can be heard behind this door, and yet no one has been able to open it to give her comfort and rescue her from her desperate situation. Even me. I don't want to accompany Cassandra to her distress, and I also don't want to get myself involved in her plight, but it seems I have no choice.
I took a deep breath before knocking on the door and waited for the answer, which never came. She was definitely surprised that someone came to join her; the door soon opened and revealed her tear-stricken face. Cassandra was looking at me
