Naomi POV
I pat down the front of my dress as I look at my reflection in the mirror.
The woman staring back at me is not the woman I used to be. My dark curls are pinned up with small white flowers. My lips are painted pink. My cheeks have a hint of color. I am dolled up, polished, pretty.
But my eyes look dead.
Lifeless. Like a doll. Glass eyes that see everything and feel nothing.
Memories of what I witnessed still swirl around my head. The blood. The screaming. The way Henderson smiled as he pulled the trigger. Not at me. At someone else. Someone who stepped in front of the bullet meant for Kaelen.
I close my eyes. The image flashes behind my lids. Dave. Falling. His body crumpling on the marble floor. His eyes wide open. Not blinking.
A tear slips through my eyes. I wipe it away
