Cassandra's POV
“Cassandra,” he said softly, “you’re talented. Very. But sometimes letting go is the best option for everyone involved.”
Those were his final words.
Letting go was the best option. Was my presence a bane he couldn't stand? Or will the guilt eat him up if he sees me here after knowing what he did?
Maybe he was right. Letting go might be the best thing because I wasn't sure I could see these walls the same way.
I had a crazy, impulsive thought to burn it down, and if I stay longer than I might be able to escape.
I drew in a slow breath to keep the tremble from reaching my lips. I didn’t trust myself to speak, so I simply nodded, picked up my bag, and walked out before my knees could betray me.
"Have a nice day, Mr Hayes, it was fun working with you." I managed to say
