Chapter 21 – A Memory Of Bruises
- She stared at the red thread like it might blow her life open.
- Cassian hadn’t spoken since the slap. His silence filled the room heavier than her heartbeat. Her hand still stung—not from the hit, but from everything it couldn’t undo.
- The hallway outside was quiet. But the air hadn’t cooled. Someone had been there. Close enough to hear. Long enough to matter.