My hand tightened on my bag strap as I walked out of the building. I forced myself to take slow breaths, trying to pull myself together so no one would notice I had been crying. The moment a cab pulled up to the curb, I climbed into the back seat.

I rested my back against the leather seat, closing my eyes. I took a deep breath to calm the shaking in my limbs, but the sadness quickly turned into a hot, burning rage inside my chest. I couldn't just go home and hide.

"Please take me to the Henderson mansion," I told the driver.

The man nodded, turning the wheel...