(Aaliyah’s POV)
I lay frozen in bed long after Naomi had gone, my thoughts a tangled mess of serious contradictions.
What did I do?
Who did I believe?
Was Naomi telling the truth?
Had she really chosen me over my father?
And then, as if that wasn’t enough,
What about her analysis of Jaime?
Could I trust her judgment?
There was also,
What was to say that she wasn’t just doing my family’s job for them? Spying on me and reporting to base while pretending to be on my side?
Ugh, I hated this.
Hated feeling like I was being pulled in two different directions, with my heart screaming one thing, while my head spat out logic I just couldn’t ignore, no matter how much I wanted to.
For two days, I had locked myself away, only receiving my meals and avoiding the rest of the world, avoidi
