Chapter 95

Kendall was walking around the room, looking apprehensive, and turned to me when I passed the hallway, but I didn't wait for her, and decided to take a chance on the ramps.

Getting off easier than climbing, and in a few seconds, I was already closing the door behind me and pushing me to the entrance of the building. The taxi driver was still waiting, leaning on the passenger door and looking at the empty street. He helped me settle in the back seats and waited for me to disassemble the chair to store it in the trunk.

It was frustrating to have to do a marathon to run away from someone with both legs in use. However, I was tremendously lucky, because neither Zachary nor Kendall rushed to reach me.

The driver came in, but did not start the car, obviously waiting for the person who had come in with me. I swallowed the crying for as long as I could, but when the man asked if I was okay, I answered no, I started crying and sneezing in a torrent of anguish and depression.