Nina
I wake up feeling like s**t. The kind of s**t that weighs you down, fills your lungs with dread, and won’t let go. Maybe it’s just my head running in circles, or maybe it’s that damn conversation with Jaxon last night, but something’s off. I’ve got a bad feeling in my gut, like I’m on the edge of a cliff and one wrong move will send me plummeting.
I roll out of bed, the cool floor a shock to my feet. It doesn’t help, but I’m up, moving. I pull on some jeans and a simple black tank top, running a hand through my messy hair. I don’t feel like dealing with anything today, but that’s not a choice. It never is.
I walk downstairs, dragging my feet. The house feels too big, like everything’s closing in on me. My father’s in the kitchen, already reading the damn newspaper, while Dominic’s
