Brandon tried to console me, "Sophia, calm down. I'm now..."

Before he could finish, the phone slipped from my hand.

My fingertips trembled uncontrollably. I stood by the window for a long time, until Richard left under the moonlight, his Rolls-Royce driving out of the old mansion.

Until the taillights disappeared from my sight.

After about twenty minutes, I opened the bedside drawer and took out a fruit knife, cutting my wrist.

The blood was warm and striking. ...