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I exploded and sat down angry and confused. The woman that was supposed to answer all my questions had succeeded in confusing me the most and adding more questions to the ones I have. For goodness sake! When will my life stop getting more complicated each fucking day. Every day in my life brings rise to new drama with different surprise plot twists. Darn it! Darn it all!!

he intentionally let the word drop down his lips just for him to use it as a perfect excuse. Bingo! Sharon got him right there. "Was there a problem?" She couldn't really understand if there was with the way she is behaving. To her it's like Sharon have mixed emotions. Sharon's gaze immediately fixed on her, "do you think there is a problem?" She intentionally let out a question to confuse her.

I'm still struggling to understand this. How? Just how?

older woman nodded her head and her gaze fell on Roslyn again. “Is Pa getting any better?” asked Roslyn as she stared at her sleeping father. He looked much older, with visible wrinkles on his face; Roslyn’s mother said nothing for a minute, she glance at her husband too with an inaudible sigh. Well, thank God he’s still breathing.” She began, “often he gets confused about his environment, and he can’t get out of bed without my help. Your Pa doesn’t eat much and he hardly sleeps at night he only sleeps when he feels less pain.” Mrs. Williams began to tear up; she fumbled for a handkerchief in her bag and wipes away her coral eyes. The agony she feels in her heart had gotten to her face and

I’m confused. I’m baffled. I’m torn. Was it just a dream? Or a glimpse of the future? Either way, what does it all mean?

Lucian's question pierced through the gathering and aroused questions. I raised my brows and stared at him in confusion. Why were they asking such a question when they were fully aware that there was no eyewitness? "Eyewitness?" The beta muttered, confused as well. The beta's confusion was palpable, and the assemblage seemed to be exchanging uncertain glances. Lucian's question had thrown everyone, including me, off balance, and it was clear that no one expected him to ask about eyewitnesses. Killian's gaze still lingered on me, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he were piecing together a puzzle. I felt a sense of fear, unsure of what he might be thinking or what conclusion he might draw.

Like I’m leaving with more questions than answers. What the hell just happened?

"The mystery guy from the app? What did he do now?" "We started a game. Ten questions each to see if we're compatible." "Interesting. And what kind of question did he ask?" "Music and coffee. Specifically which song represents a perfect cup of coffee on a rainy morning." Gwen frowned. "That's… specific. And weird." "I thought it was smart. It's different from the usual predictable questions." "Or it's the kind of question someone asks when they're trying to sound more interesting than they actually are." "Gwen, you're too skeptical."

How? I let out a slow breath, the frustration bleeding into it as I realize I’m just going in circles with no direction. I hate not having answers. It bothers me so much and usually drives me to the edge of insanity. My gaze lifts, meeting Gabe’s in the rearview mirror just as he looks up. “You okay?” he asks, his gaze searching mine. I shake my head. “I don’t think so… but I will be once I get some answers.” He nods, but I can see the confusion in his eyes. He can join the club because I’m just as confused about this whole thing as he is.