CHAPTER 58
Cain’s POV
For the first time in years, waking up didn’t feel like another obligation waiting to be endured.
I remained seated on the edge of my bed for a moment, rubbing a hand over my face before reaching for the clean shirt folded across the chair. My side protested the movement, a dull reminder that getting stabbed and pretending nothing happened had consequences, but compared to the thoughts occupying my mind, the pain barely registered.
My gaze wandered across the room as I buttoned my jeans.
That was when I noticed it.
A small piece of fabric lay on the wooden floor near the side of the bed.
Ava’s b*a.
A reluctant smile tugged at the corner of my mouth.
“So that’s where it disappeared to,” I muttered under my breath.
I bent down carefully, mindful of my healing
