My choice

As Aren carried me out of the mansion, Marcus was already waiting for us, standing by the car. I had no idea when Aren called for him to come. Augustus ran after us, asking Aren to remember some business issues they'd discussed before, suddenly exposing the fact that it was the only thing he had ever cared about. Aren ignored his desperate pleading. He just walked to the car and gently put me in the backseat while Marcus went inside to get our suitcases. A minute later, we were driving away from the mansion. I stayed silent until we left Greenwich, heading back to New York City. I wrapped myself in Aren's jacket, finding myself shivering from the cold, even though it was a warm night and Marcus turned on the car heater for me. As we hit the interstate highway, I finally found the strength to break the silence.

I choked out, "I'm sorry."

Aren frowned. "How can you be sorry for anything?"

"You lost your chance to get the evidence you wanted… It's because of me…" I said, lowering my head