CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-NINE
AUTHOR'S POV
Roxanne had made it a habit to doubt her sight and hearing after she had made Tarella her friend.
Everything was happening like a dream; things were upside down and people behaved so unnaturally that she could faint out of disgust.
"Is she truly gone?" She heard the voice again, confirming without any doubt that it belonged to Tarella.
"What was the aim of the pretense?" She wondered
"I told her to go bring the suitcase," the man replied, locking themselves in.
She left immediately, remembering that she had an errand to run and that nothing was more important than that particular errand
No matter how distracted she was, she was conscious enough to remembered the most important stuffs.
She couldn't just let herself get carried away by flimsy gossip and eavesdropping.
