The Accomplice

CASSIA

The pacing was the only thing keeping me from screaming. My boots clicked rhythmically against the hardwood, a frantic metronome for the thoughts spiraling in my head. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the flatline on the monitor and the cold, empty look in Dante's eyes before the door shut.

The weight of the guilt was physical, pressing down on my chest until it was hard to draw a full br