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Valentina's POV 

She is either pretending or completely unaware of what happened in her presence that day.

I won't take this as a yes to the doubt about my mental health. Don't crazy people know they are crazy?

I am fine. Absolutely doing fine. There is nothing wrong with me or my brain. My brain is in perfect condition.

Just like her usual self, she smiles at me sweetly as we are having dinner, passes me the salt, stretches the jug of fruit juice at me, and even pats my hand simply because she feels sorry for the bandage that is still over my head.

I forget most times that I still have this damn thing on my head. The way it makes me so uncomfortable sometimes is what makes me remember while other times, it is when people flash me pitiful looks just like Rocco's mother is doing right now.

I am picking at my food because I can't help the confusion I am feeling right now. I know I am right but I still don't know what else to think about a