The minute we get to the apartment that the company owns, we get to the penthouse and I do all that I can not to pass out in pain and exhaustion. I hate that I am feeling so weak, that he is seeing me in such a weak state.
I look around and see that it has been designed and even decorated in a very personal way, my style. The penthouse was decorated and styled for me. I don't know how to feel about this, I feel like I am in a roller-coaster. Too much is happening and my brain can't keep up with it all.
But as much as I want to go sleep and rest, I understand that I have things I need to know. I have been disconnected from the whole world for a month.
"How did he know where I was?" I ask in a hiss when I try to stand up but I can't, my leg is in agony. I opt to sit but Cory sees it and tries to help me but I shake my head no.
