Vincent
After everything finally became quiet downstairs, I found myself walking toward Nyelle’s room anyway.
Honestly, I didn’t even know why.
Cassia had already gone to sleep after calming down, yet my chest still felt strangely heavy. The words I said to Nyelle downstairs kept replaying inside my head over and over again.
“You have no idea how happy I’ll be once you’re erased from my life.”
At that moment, saying it felt necessary because I couldn’t lose Cassia.
But now?
Now every time I remembered the look in Nyelle’s eyes afterward, something uncomfortable twisted inside me again.
Why the hell did I even feel guilty?
That question alone irritated me.
I rubbed frustrated fingers against my forehead while walking down the dim hallway toward her room.
Maybe I just wanted to ma
