Criseda's POV
You know when it feels like you are almost approaching something. Like you are almost there, almost solving all your issues.
I was so close. So close to finally getting what I needed, to finally seeing this whole thing through.
But here I was, back at square one, like none of my effort had mattered.
It was infuriating, exhausting—this endless cycle of mess-ups. And the one person responsible for this tangled mess?
That nosy, old woman who seemed to have made it her mission to meddle in my life.
I didn’t blame her as much as I blamed myself, though. I’d been too careless, too trusting. I’d underestimated her, and now here I was, dealing with the fallout.
I glanced over at Gina, my heart pounding seriously as I felt so frustrated. "Gina," I said, narrowing my eyes.
