CASEY
We had just finished having breakfast. The room was quiet, the kind of quiet that lets you sit with your thoughts, and that's exactly what I did, mulling over everything that had happened since I opened my eyes that morning.
I wasn't even angry anymore. In fact, I didn't understand why I had acted the way I did in the first place. I had never attacked anyone before. Never jumped someone. Never thrown things. I was calm. Chill. Probably the most easy-going person I knew. Verbal confrontations, sure I could handle those but this? This morning? It didn't feel like me at all. And yet, weirdly, I felt like thanking him for it.
I was still trying to understand who that version of me was. Was it anger? Was it the fact that Caesar had sort of manipulated me into staying the night at his penthouse? Or that it was almost 10 a.m., and I wasn't at work, and I still hadn't called my mom? I hadn't even looked at my phone. I was scared of what I might find.
