Is my brain just slow to process all of Cedric's explanations, or am I too shocked to respond? Especially when he said we've arrived at his home. When my feet step on the concrete blocks covered with lush grass as a decoration, I realize that Cedric's words weren't a dream whisper.

"I know, I was wrong," he says.

I remain silent.

"But everything I've done, including my feelings for you—"

"What else are you hiding from me?"

A frustrated sigh is clearly heard as Cedric stands right beside me. "There's nothing else, Joice. I've told you everything."

"I want to go home," I snap sharply. It doesn't take long for...