(Aaliyah’s POV)
I had never felt so… hollow.
Like I had been emptied from the inside out… like my mind was floating in nothingness,
And no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t grasp onto anything real.
I kept replaying the video in my mind, over and over again, as if staring at the image of my father executing Jaime’s grandfather one more time would somehow change what I had seen.
It didn’t.
No matter how much I tried to deny it, my father was a killer.
A murderer.
And I had been the biggest fool for not seeing it sooner.
The moment the gunshot rang out in that video, something inside me had shattered.
I had spent years believing I came from a family with principles, a family that—yes, had its flaws, but was still honorable in its own way.
I had told myself that my father was
