Chapter FourNina’s POVI didn’t know how long I sat on the floor, back pressed to the door, staring at nothing.Minutes. Hours. Time didn’t feel real in that room.My stomach was the first thing to remind me I was still alive.It growled. Loud.“Shut up,” I muttered, pressing a hand over it.It growled again, louder, like it was offended.I pushed myself up with a groan. The room was dim, the only light coming from a small lamp on the nightstand. The bed looked soft and warm, like it belonged in some hotel ad. The ocean outside whispered against the shore.It all felt wrong.I started pacing.Back and forth across the rug. From the bed to the window. From the window to the door. My thoughts kept jumping: the cemetery, the gunshots, my mother’s coffin, my father’s hard face, those three men and their tattoos, that stupid slap on my ass that my body apparently liked more than my brain did.I hated myself for thinking about that.I wrapped my arms around my middle and tried to focus on
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