ROWANNE’S POV.
Trust? Love? What were those, really?
Because even as doubt lingered in my mind, something deep inside screamed that Eli was innocent. Maybe it was foolish, maybe naive, but I wanted to hold onto that belief, even if only for a little while. When others had turned their backs, when they pointed fingers at me as the prime suspect, Eli had trusted me.
But why? Did he trust me because he knew the truth, or because he wanted to believe in me? Was it real trust, or something more calculated?
For now, I held onto the sliver of trust or maybe it was hope. A thin, fragile thread that seemed to lead me into dangerous territory, yet I clung to it as if it were my lifeline. Eli made me feel something I had only dreamed of. Something I was desperate to believe in, even if it teete
