Turlupine

" Ah Sophia, I feel like you had stomach problems for a while. You're all pale there, what's going on, I'm starting to worry there…"

I couldn't say anything, Jessy had discreetly put his number in my purse and that's not the problem. I feel like by this act, he put silent pressure on me not to forget to consider these people as my enemies. And in itself, that was something oppressive.

I put the card back in my bag deciding to keep it there because, for the moment, I don't have to call Jessy. I know I'm a little lost in my feelings and I need a far, a lantern to guide me in this winding quest for revenge.

But at the same time, I have the unpleasant feeling that Jessy wants to use me to satisfy his desire for revenge by stirring up my hatred for people who have always been very nice to me.

I know that sounds arrogant of me, but if Elsa killed his parents, he doesn't have to say that it would have been the same for me. If I had to trust everyone, I could tell him especially who my