It disheartened me to the bone.
I had lost the confidence to come back there again. For days, I refused to visit the shop and honestly had no plan to be there again. Sandro and Randy were silent on our way back home. I firmly warned them not to say a word because I knew, no matter how gentle their words would be, I would still mistake it as an insult because I was in too much pain. My mind was tricking me into thinking about Sandro telling me, 'I told you so', repeatedly. As the car pulled into our driveway, I asked whether my parents were home already. When they told me they were not, I stayed inside the car. They understood. Sandro instructed the maids and the house security to do their own thing. I burst out in tears the moment they went somewhere around the house. Even Randy had to g
