The Edge of Surrender

Alessia's POV

The morning light filtered through the bathroom window as I stood before the mirror, my reflection staring back at me with exhausted eyes. I lifted a strand of my hair, my fingers tracing the dried smears still clinging to the ends. Rocco's blood from last night.

I had not showered. I had been too tired, too overwhelmed by everything that had happened.

My mind drifted back to