Nyelle
The headache pounding inside my head felt unbearable by morning.
It sat heavily behind my eyes like someone had stuffed broken glass into my skull overnight, and no matter how hard I tried, Vincent’s words refused to stop replaying inside my head.
A stain I wanted to erase.
I slowly walked downstairs while gripping tightly against the railing for support. My chest still hurt badly from crying the entire night, and honestly, my body felt exhausted in every possible way.
The second I reached the last step, my eyes immediately moved toward the dining area unconsciously.
But it was empty. Vincent wasn't there.
For some stupid reason, disappointment still settled inside my chest.
“What exactly are you looking for?” Cassia’s voice snapped sharply through the silence.
I looked up
