“Umm… Cassie?” Anton furrowed his brow and gently waved his hand in front of Cassie’s face, but she did not blink; her eyes were fixed on nothing in particular.
Usually, Cassie would excitedly get out of the car and dash to the inn like a child while calling Agnes, telling her their back. With her at home, her grandmother was happier. She was more like a granddaughter to her than a housekeeper.
He met Cassie thirty minutes after he and Marc separated at the coffee shop across from Domwell Supermarket. He was still in the seventh-heaven state when he found Cassie outside the supermarket, sitting at the back of the pickup truck and eating chocolate popsicles but looking blankly at nothing.
Even when he snatched it from her and licked the frozen treat, she did not react except to heave a
