She didn't look back, neither did she drop a text. She said all she had to say and left without considering how I might feel with all these information.
Maybe she probably already figured if I'd believe anything she said, it wouldn't be up to ten percent and at such, she wasn't willing to waste her time over nothing.
But then, getting my mind over everything was harder by the second. I had questions, no doubt, and I felt even more frustrated being unable to find the answers or solve the mysteries. It seemed as though the more I dug into this rabbit hole that I had found myself in, the deeper and more complicated it becomes. As though the Vanessa issue was not enough to throw me off the edge, now I'm being faced with news of an Isabella and a death threat on Mr Jeffery Smith.
