"Because I feel lost, Finn."
Deep lines formed between Finn's brows as he glanced at Cassandra before returning his eyes to the road. "Lost? Why?"
"I don't know." Cassandra shrugged, a wry smile tugging at her lips. "Or maybe I just know too much. Sometimes, I wish I didn't."
She pressed her lips together, keeping her gaze fixed on the window. Slowly, she closed her eyes and sighed. After a moment, his quiet voice broke the silence again.
"Is it because of Jonathan?" Finn asked. When she didn't respond, he added, "Is it my fault?"
"Should I blame you?" she countered, immediately understanding what he meant. Turning her head slightly toward him, she studied his profile. "Would you feel bad if I said yes?"
Finn gave no reaction. His focus remained on the road.