Mine and Mine Only

Nadia.

I stared at the ceiling of my bedroom, tracing the faint shadows cast by the morning sun filtering through the window blinds. My limbs felt heavy and sluggish. Sleep had evaded me for hours. It had been a restless, agonizing night spent replaying the horrific image of Cassian pulling the trigger, shooting a man point-blank in our home. The deafening sound of that gunshot kept echoing in my