I turn to Ms. Langston, my heart racing inside my chest. "What was that all about? What did she mean?"
Josephine's words are still echoing in my ears.
Ms. Langston pales. "Cassie," she whispers. "I'm sorry. I don't think that it's in my capacity to tell you."
I stare at her, dumbfounded. What the hell is this all about? Josephine thinks that she met me before. She must have mistaken me for someone else.
But somehow, something inside me tells me that it isn't as simple as that.
"We have to wait for Luke," she stutters. "He will explain everything. I'm going to call him," she says before taking out her phone.
"Right now, he might not even want to come back here," I say, feeling my heart sink. "We had a huge fight, and Aiden—"
I can't even finish my sentence. I let out a soft cry.
"Oh, he will," Ms. Langston corrects me. "Especially after that woman dared step into this house."
I watch as Ms. Langston dials Luke's number. She waits, but Luke isn't picking up the call. My mind is so messed up right now.
I don't know what's going on, why people around me said things I don't understand. It seems that it's only me who is clueless.
While panic crosses Ms. Langston's expression because Luke still hasn't answered her call, my headache attacks me again.
The image of Aiden's face when he looked at me with his teary eyes strikes my mind, and I almost collapse due to the pain.
I drag my feet away from Ms. Langston, trudging toward Luke's bedroom. Our bedroom.
I sit on the edge of the bed, touching my head as I wince in pain. I'm starting to think that I've indeed underestimated this headache.
Is it because I barely had enough sleep last night? That's highly unlikely. As a celebrity, I've had days, even months, when I could barely get enough rest, especially when I was on tour.
With my hectic schedule and Morgan's crazy demands, I've been exploited beyond my capacity as a human, to the point that I've been admitted into a hospital.
But I never had this kind of headache. The pain is so sudden, so sharp and unbearable.
If my assumption is true that this occurs whenever I worry about Aiden, then the connection I feel to the boy is indeed scary.
But now, Josephine's words also bother my mind. Is it possible that she knew me before this? She also said that I've barged into Luke's life before, but that's not possible.
The first time I met Luke was when he sent me a letter to marry him.
Or is there something else that Luke is hiding from me?
While I'm wondering about that, my eyes dart to the nightstand beside the bed. There's a drawer that Luke never opens, the second one from the top.
And somehow, it piques my interest now.
You're crazy, Cassie. It's not like you're going to find a diary that willspill all the secrets you're dying to know.
Luke isn't the type who would write in a fucking diary.
But still, it doesn't hurt to open the drawer even if there's nothing in it. So I open it, and my eyes narrow when I find a white envelope.
I shouldn't just take something that doesn't belong to me, but Luke is my husband. We shouldn't keep any secrets from each other, should we?
Cursing, I take the envelope, silently complaining that it probably won't answer anything about why Luke and Josephine were acting strange.
When I open it, my eyes widen. There are polaroid photos. The first one is of me, but it's the younger version of me.
