ARIANA’S POV
My eyes slowly fluttered open as the sound of soft breathing beside me woke me up. For a moment, I had forgotten where I was.
With a quiet groan, I turned my head slowly and there she was. Ximena.
She was curled up next to me, her chest rising and falling ever so peacefully as if nothing had happened yesterday. As if she hadn’t turned the new world I was trying to build upside down.
My movements were careful as I sat up quietly so I wouldn’t wake her up. My heart had already begun pounding in my chest as the events of yesterday came flooding back like a tidal wave.
Her words kept echoing in my head and I swallowed down hard. They were still sharp, still cutting through my heart like a knife. Then there were the reports—those papers she’d placed in my trembling hands.
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