I was not expecting to see him in that house so soon. When he said I was going to be moving out of his mansion, I expected freedom in this new space; however, just the next day he came running down to this new place.
"Cassandra, believe me, I don't want to be here any longer than you want me to be," he said to me as he walked over to the couch and sat down on it as if I had welcomed his presence.
"I do not want you to be here at all, Donald; you need to leave." You told me I was going to be having this space to myself. I do not want to see you," I said to him, speaking my mind completely. I was not withholding anything from him at that moment because I needed him out of my sight.
"I just want answers." "Cassandra, there is a lot going on, and believe me, I would not come to you if it was not important," he said to me, but I could not take his words to be truth.
