CASSANDRA’S POV:
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Morning crept in through the thin curtains, casting soft golden light across the room.
Another day has passed.
I blinked up at the ceiling, the silence pressing down on me. I was still alone—again.
I sat up, running a hand through my tangled hair, my gaze drifting toward the far wall. The c***k that had once marred its surface had been patched up, though not completely fixed. The edges were still rough and uneven, as if someone had tried but didn't quite know how to finish the job.
Dylan.
The realization settled heavily in my chest. He must have done it sometime during the night when I was too lost in my own thoughts to notice or I was fast asleep.
I rubbed my eyes, blinking away the last remnants of sleep, but the fog in my mind refused to clear. Last night
