As I lay on my bed, staring up at the ceiling, a heavy feeling weighed on my chest. I knew what I had to do, but the thought of it made my heart ache. I didn't want to tell them - Flynn, Elias, Oak - about my decision. Not yet. I needed to find the right time, the right moment, to break the news to them.
Telling them now will ruin everything…because I know they would try to stop me.
Nervously, I glanced around my room, making sure everything was in order. My pistol, the one I had hidden under the bed, was still there, hidden from prying eyes. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to happen, it made me restless, I had to resist the urge to pace around the bedroom a few times.
Sighing, I turned onto my side, pulling the covers up to my chin. The warmth was comforting, b
