Chapter 40

• The way to the car felt more like I was being escorted, to prevent me from running somewhere else again. It did not feel like the usual morning stroll I always do.
• Two maids were walking in front of me, their steps in sync. Even though they were ahead of me, I am pretty sure their attention wasn’t whatever was in front of them but rather on my actions.
• Behind me, three maids were walking with their heads hanging low. It seemed their gazes were fixed on the porcelain floor, afraid of meeting my eyes, thinking that I might ask another question if they looked at me.