The drive to the house was quite straight. Taylor did not accept it when I asked that we stop for some fresh air or get something by the roadside; he insisted that Donald had given him an instruction to take me directly to the house, and even though I heard Donald say something like that, I never expected that he was going to be so obedient to it.
I was very surprised when we got to the apartment, and it was almost as big as Donald's mansion.
I asked Taylor if I was going to be staying alone, and he said yes, leaving me in confusion because the house was just to be, and I was not used to living in big spaces like this.
I, however, felt relieved that I was not going to have to face his traumatic presence every single morning I wake up, and I would have all the space I need to myself to breathe and live well.
I, however, believed this was not going to last for long. As long as I gave birth to the child, I was going to be out of here; I was not going to have any ties to him anymore.
