Cassidy
When we pull up to the gates of a mansion on the lake, he curses. I looked at him, and saw that he was looking at a Porsche that is parked near the gate. “What’s wrong?” I asked him. “Will you stay in the car please? I need to get rid of that woman.” He says, pointing to the car.
“Who is she?” I asked, but I don’t know if I wanted to hear the answer. Probably one of his many lovers. I am such a fool. “I have a restraining order against her, and she is violating it again.” He says, and I look at him in shock. I was not expecting that answer. Why do I always assume the worst? He takes out his phone and I hear him call the police.
“Maybe you shouldn’t approach her, its best if we wait in the car.” I said. “No, she is driving me crazy. I can’t do this with her anymore, its tiring.
