(Cassian’s POV)
I had never hated silence as much as I did this morning.
The register office was too quiet. The soft hum of the ceiling fan, the faint shuffle of papers, the occasional cough from one of the clerks at the far end of the room—it all pressed down on me, making the minutes heavier than they should have been.
I sat in the corner, my elbows resting on my knees, my fingers locked together so tightly they ached.
I couldn't sleep last night, so I will be able to arrive to the register early. Whenever I close my eyes, I just see her face with those teary eyes.
I had been here since 8:30.
Not because I needed to be early, but because I didn’t trust myself if I wasn’t.
I didn’t even know what had pushed me to make that offer yesterday. The words had come out before I could stop
