---- That cheered me up. "Come back soon." Anthony pinched my nose, grabbed his coat off the couch, and went out. But soon enough, someone rang the doorbell. I thought it was Anthony coming back for something he left at home. He'd sleep on the couch sometimes, and he wanted to make sure I didn't get the scares, so he left some of his stuff at my place. "Forgot something, didn't you? Shouldn't have gone ina-" The last word died in my throat, and the smile was wiped off my lips the moment I opened the door. No, it was not Anthony outside. It was Yvette, and she was dressed to the nines, just like a true heiress would. The girl was holding bags of mangoes, grinning at me. I knew that look. This couldn't be good. I'd spent ---- years under the same roof with her. She knew full well I was allergic to mangoes. "T heard you sought out a psychiatrist, Eve. Is something wrong with your head?" I frowned and asked coldly, "How did you find out I was here?" Smugly, she looked at me like I was an idiot. "That private hospital you went to? It belongs to the Seinfields. Law told me your address."