(Nicki)
I'm tired.
Tired of fighting to be with Aaron. To retain his attention and the position of being his wife. His family, his history with Samantha and the looming shadow of Steven over everything I cherish and hold dear. I'm tired of everything.
Somewhere in my head, I'm convinced he's responsible for Samantha's presence in the family dinner. But I hate to admit it to myself that there's no connection between Samantha's unlikable presence and the failed assassination attempt.
Weeks after the incident, I stood before an open grave.
This is not the little Nicki who brawled her eyes out during her family's funeral.
She's older. Less lonely. But still the same girl.
The one person who had stood by my side during my family's funeral is gone.
I watched as the casket lowered, along
