(Aaliyah’s POV)
I sat frozen in the cold, dimly lit room, my fingers curled so tightly into my palms that my nails bit into my skin.
My family had given me the chance to rest, but I had brushed that chance away, wanting to settle this issue once and for all.
I wasn’t able to sleep anyway. My heart pounded hard in my chest, my throat was dry and stuffy. I couldn’t move.
I couldn’t breathe.
And so, I had come back to them, asking to hear whatever they had to say, and they had gotten right into it, peeling back the layers of the man I thought I knew, unraveling his life thread by thread until all that was left was something dark, something totally unrecognizable.
I mean, I had known that Jaime wasn’t who I thought he was from the results of my search in his study, but nothing, and I
