NINETEEN

Cassa's POV

It was a fine day, yet my heart felt heavy. I was glad it was Wednesday, a day when I could rest and sleep all day, but I ended up staring at the ceiling, lost in my thoughts.

I shouldn't have let my mind wander, but it felt like a bomb had exploded inside my head. Promises I needed to break, reasons I had to find.

A knock on my door interrupted my drowning thoughts.

"We need to talk," his baritone voice said.

I didn't feel like talking that day, and the previous day had been exhausting with my behavior. I was fine. With a heavy, dramatic sigh, I mustered up the energy to get off my bed and looked at myself in the mirror, combing my hair and tying it up in a ponytail.

Opening the door, I forced a smile onto my lips. "What do we need to talk about?" My eyes scanned his outfit for the day, a gray suit and tie, as if he had just come from and returned to work.

Then I remembered the trial of his cousin.

"How did it go?" I asked, noticing the unreadiness in his expression. "Did