“Arghh,” Eloise groaned and strongly rubbed her palm against her face. Her spoon hovered above the soup prepared for her, but she had no appetite. She couldn't get that look off her head. That look that says a thousand.

“ I did something, but what? Why would he not tell me,” her face wrinkled with worries and fear.

The more she forced herself to remember something, even if it's just a little bit, the more headaches she had. As if it didn't want her to recollect anything.

“ I didn't actually break his car, right?” She jumped to her feet and hurriedly went out. She checked the cars and heaved...