"IT IS A GOOD THING THAT YOU REMEMBER."
"You can't do that—" She begins to debate but he cuts her off.
"There are a lot of things I can do but you don't know about."
She huffs in defeat, not able to say more.
He adjusts on his seat, his eyes still intently set on Aubrey's face. "Even if you won't believe all what I am to say, it is better you know of it."
She doesn't say anything but keeps listening.
"The moment you were born into this world, your destiny was never to become a good daughter that a parent could be proud of, neither was it to be a sister or to graduate college and get a good job."
Aubrey's facial expression says it all that she doesn't believe the sentences coming from his mouth. She begins looking round the house, searching for an item of escape. Then, she peers out of the glass window at the side of the kitchen to see a black car parked there.
If there is a car, there is a car key.
