With tears brimming in my eyes, I had left the penthouse with some of the books I had with me. I hadn't bought most of the dresses in the closet with my money and only a few old ones there were really mine, but I still had plenty at home, so I decided not to go through with the trouble of packing. I didn't even have the strength to.
I hadn't seen anyone downstairs when I left and I'm actually glad about that. I couldn't answer any questions in my dazed state.
I feel so heartbroken by Reagan's action that the anger hasn't even started to sink in yet. I was like a walking zombie when I got home. But thankfully, my parents weren't home, or they would have thrown a fit once they saw the state I'm in. I found the house key under the mat like they always kept it and walked in, straight up to m
