RACHEL’S pov

>>Baldwin’s Mansion, LA<<

“Ma’am?” the cab driver called me for the hundredth time, snapping me from my train of thought.

I faced him only to realize he’s stretching a tissue at me, and staring at me with concern too. I collected the tissue but didn’t wipe my face, because I didn’t feel like it.

“Let’s go” I told him.

“We’re here” he said, then looked out the window.

I looked out the window too, and realized we’re already outside our (I and Duncan’s) home.

Hold on a sec, is this really still my home?

“Are you ok?” he asked me.

“Hm” I hummed, and quickly wiped my face....