IRENE POV

A warm breeze flowed through the

the cracked window of the hotel room soon after he left, leaving me with that question again—Why in the hell was I here?

The room felt warmer than it had been while Nate had been with me groping me against the walls and molesting me. While a part of my mind is adamant on the fact that I was aware of what I was doing, I argued with the Sanity of my mind at that moment.

It was too late, quite obviously…if I was to change the manner at which everything had gone this evening then most certainly it would be hard...