Anita’s POV
I was not at ease at the pack house. I felt bad about how I had been to Andre. I hadn’t said anything untrue or bad. I just felt he needed to know how I truly felt, so I wouldn’t get his spirit high, only to end up thwarting it. But even in my despair I was empathetic and felt the need to cheer him up, I personally packed up a cheese sandwich and added a bottle of citrus juice to the bag and called for
one of the palace drivers to drive me to Andre.
I tried to get my emotions in check on the drive over and conceal any depressing feeling that may try to seep in, why do I push away the sentiments of someone who was willing to overlook my damage and show me true and deep love?I really miss Casios and most times I fear it was the memories rather than him that I missed this much.
