17

We arrived at my apartment not long after leaving the mansion, the silence we began the journey with, still ensuing amongst us.

Just how impossible was he?

The question lingered in my heart while I stole a glance at his profile.

Grabbing the keys from the back pocket of my pants, I unlocked the door at once, its hinges creaking a little, just as my fingers pushed open the doorway.

I noted the absence of mom, which meant she either went grocery shopping, or was out visiting her therapist.

After the surgery, the doctor had advised her to pay a visit to the therapist twice a week so as to improve on her health.

My mother never for once liked laying her troubles to anyone, certainly not a therapist, but after the surgery, all of that seemed to change.

Cameron walked in slowly after me, his eyes surveying the living room.

"Nice apartment" I heard him say, meanwhile, his eyes peered intently into mine.

I could tell he was only mocking me.

This house was nothing compared to his.

His