KAISER
Although my hands steered the wheel, my eyes focus on the road, but my mind was completely not engaged with the activity.
Driving us home, it was like I was living in a loop, stuck in an abyss of confusion, having thousands of different questions running in my head. Questions I thought only someone as smart as Reagan might have answers to all.
And for a span of time, I even put aside the anger and disappointment I held for her betrayal. And ended up wondering if taking the turn to her apartment and delivering Daisy just as she once demanded, might worth something.
Though since that is considered kidnapping and right now I am trying to circumvent anything that will add another weight to what Daisy and I are already going through, I just maintain my side of the road and headed
