Cassie’s POV
I stood next to the sink, washing the plates. Thoughts kept hitting the core of my brain. I dragged myself from the kitchen to the dining room. There, I sat next to Cathy on the couch. I looked at her. She was already asleep before the tip of the night, and the TV was still on. I covered her with a blanket and switched off the TV. The house went silent.
“I am always fighting for everything in my life. When will I rest?” I thought. “I am tired.”
I couldn’t control everything happening in my life, and I felt like I was about to reach the limit of my patience. I had fought so much to be with Jaxon, but I always found myself standing in the same spot. My life was not fair. Maybe Jaxon was right—I was supposed to go to Tanzania. Jane was also a bullet in my flesh. She blamed me
