Cassandra’s POV~
The letter wouldn’t stop haunting me.
I’d read it at least ten times, maybe more after I had taken it home. And each time, my chest burned like something inside me was twisting, cracking, slowly. Adriano’s parents… my father. That one letter flipped everything I thought I knew upside down.
I didn’t want it to change anything. But it did.
All those nights I spent blaming him. All the hate. The rage. The ache in my chest when I thought he’d torn my world apart. And now?
Now I didn’t even know who the real enemy was.
For days, I barely slept. I couldn’t eat. I shut the curtains, ignored calls, ignored the world… and just tried to think. To dig through the fog in my head and piece everything together. If Adriano was innocent… if my father died protecting him… then what t
