Chapter 97 - Grant. Imaginings

I had never imagined I could feel as terrible as I felt right at that moment, causing the girl I've ever loved a pain I knew would be hard to be forgotten. The girl, Miss Jessica—as they all called her, had left the room as soon as the horrible words escaped my lips. I hadn't expected her to leave so soon, not before I could really explain the full extent of the situation and, because of that, I had to improvise. I hated improvising—because improvising meant something had gone wrong and at any moment anything could happen, and I was never good at dealing with surprises.