I sifted through the pile of clothes Cassian had brought over,l. Near the bottom of the heap, I found it: a yellow sundress, knee-length with thin straps. Simple but cute.
I held it up against my body, studying my reflection in the mirror. The bruises were already turning purple-yellow, a painful reminder of everything that had happened. I'd watched my father die. I'd asked for it to happen.
Where was the grief? The guilt? The anything?
I felt hollow, like someone had scraped out all my emotions with a dull spoon and left me empty.
A movement outside caught my eye. Through the window, I could see Cassian standing on the beach. He seemed relaxed at first glance, but I'd spent enough time around him to recognize the alertness in his stance—the way his eyes never stopped scanning the per
