Desmond's POV
As I stormed into my room, Tasha followed closely behind, her nonchalant demeanor contrasting sharply with the turmoil raging within me. I couldn't shake off the shock of what had just transpired the image of Ryan lying on the floor, blood staining the ground, played on an endless loop in my mind.
My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of fear, guilt, and disbelief coursing through my veins. How could I have unintentionally caused harm to someone? The weight of my actions pressed heavily on my conscience, and I struggled to comprehend the consequences of my choices.
Tasha's casual attitude only added to my confusion and frustration. It was as if she was oblivious to the gravity of the situation as if the incident held no significance for her. How could she act like ev
