Angie’s POV

　　All of my clothes are nicely in the suitcase. No longer could the noise from the dinner be heard.

　　I walked out of the room slowly. But when the door opened, Gray's figure was standing in front of it, staring at me.

　　"Angie, where are you going?"

　　"I don't know, and it's clear that this is no longer my place."

　　We both looked at each other, and then I could see Jenny coming toward me from the ...