Belinda's P.O.V
"I don't know...I don't know. Maybe yes, maybe not." I stuttered. Breyson looked at me with his broken gaze. I know my response wasn't what he was expecting to hear but his questions brought back so many memories of Dave and to think that perhaps maybe my Aunt had a hand in everything, got my mind all messed up. My response broke him into pieces, his gaze said it all.
"I understand what you're going through. Just be careful when it comes to those two. I don't trust either of them." Breyson advised while opening the car for me.
"Thanks alot. Please sleep well." I kissed him goodnight.
"Goodnight. I love you!" He yelled.
"I love you more." I yelled back.
I cruised through the city with lots of questions in my head. "What a bad day to enjoy my new car?" I cursed.
