By the time night fell, the mansion was completely drowned in a silence. I hauled my heavy duffel bag over my shoulder, grabbed Poppy's box in my other hand, and started the long, humiliating walk downstairs.
Halfway down the grand staircase, I ran right into Dylan. He was leaning against the banister, a disgusting smirk plastered all over his face. He didn't say a single word to me. He just looked me up and down, completely satisfied with himself, before intentionally looking away and ignoring me like I was a piece of trash he'd successfully swept out the door. My grip tightened on my bag, as I forced myself to keep walking.
Down in the foyer, the atmosphere was completely different. Jeff was standing right near the main entrance. The moment he saw me carrying my bags, his face twisted into an expression I hadn't expected.
