“Is she crying?” a little voice asked. I could feel their curious eyes on me and August’s dagger glares penetrating me at my weakest point. I had no strength to face them. I was never a crybaby but when tears began, they just fell uncontrollably. It reminded me yet again of the blue-eyed guy from ten years ago. Now, another blue-eyed man had made me cry, and this time, I couldn’t help it. He was just too cold and honest.
Before the kids could ask more questions about me, I walked away from them and further to the backyard. I must have circled the mansion or something before I realized there was no other way out for me. The exit was nowhere here. I had to go back inside the house and to the front yard to find my way out. I stood in front of a palm tree and flower bed, sobbing hard in an a
