Emmalee
The sun rises and I haven't slept a wink.
Who could sleep after what happened?
The last few days have shaped me into someone unrecognizable because even the sight of her mangled corpse wasn't enough to vindicate her. The memory of Romain taking her over that desk will forever be etched into my memory.
Even in death, Sasha will continue haunting me.
I don't blame him, though. I know he did it to save me. That woman would've been glad to kill me and clear the path for her to live happily beside Romain.
Sighing, I turn on my side. Romain's arm immediately tightens around me. He hasn't slept a wink, either. The room remains dark, though—only some light is entering through the cracks in the door, though not much. My guess is that the sky is overcast—not uncommon during this
