Somehow, I made it home. I didn’t even remember how I made it home after I had gotten into a cab. I’ll figure everything work-related out tomorrow. I’ll apply for sick leave or whatever was necessary later on. When I got home, I realized that I had no memories of my time in the cab at all. My thoughts were a jumbled mess and so were my emotions.
Thankfully, there were no reporters in front of my apartment anymore since the press conference made the rumors about us die down. I managed to get into my apartment before letting my body fall face first onto the bed. My entire body felt heavy as if it was made out of solid rocks.
“Mum?” I spoke through the phone while hating our much my voice broke and quivered.
“Rina? What’s wrong?” my mother asked in a panic.
