CASSY
I look at her face on the screen. At the fear in her eyes. The vulnerability I almost never see. Her pupils are dilated and huge, like she's terrified of losing me.
"I don't know," I say honestly.
"Then wait," she says. "Don't do anything. Don't talk to that journalist again or make any decisions. Just... wait for me. I'll finish this deal and come home and we'll figure this out together. Can you do that?"
"How long?"
"Three more days. Four at most. I'll cut it as short as I can."
"And what am I supposed to do for three days?"
"You're supposed to trust me." Her voice softens. "Please, Cassy. I'm asking you to trust me. Even if you don't know if you can. Even if you're scared. Just... wait for me."
I look at this woman who bought me, broke me, and made me hers. Who might have
