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**TRACY SCOTT**. You're weak. You're fragile. That's what they think. That's what they'll never say to your face, but it's the reason they pet you in believing things which aren't actually true.

They're all liars. They've been lying to you for the longest time. That is the truth. You can't trust any of them.

Those are Antonov's words from earlier today replaying in my head like a broken record.

When he dropped the last bombshell, the concluding piece of the puzzle in my head, the little secret Antony was keeping, I grew numb while seating on that chair.

I kept my hands folded, staring into space.

My head was faced forward, probably making eye contact of some sort with him, but I was not there physically.

My mind had wandered off, making up the scenes in my head.

How it happened. Who she was. Why he did it.

I created an answer for each of those questions after which more would just pop up. That's how

my mind work