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Cindra’s POV I sank onto the edge of my bed, sniffling and holding back tears. The disappointment and hurt was nothing new. I pressed the journal closer to my chest. The weight of everything we’d found out felt suffocating, yet I knew there was more. Just a glance at the next entry told me there was so much more. It shouldn’t matter that Helio wasn’t here. I needed these answers for myself. Unease gnawed at my insides at the thought of reading on alone. It felt silly to have gone through all of this just to back out now, yet I couldn’t make myself read it. Her other entries flowed through my mind, rocking everything I thought I knew and solidifying all the things I wished weren’t so horrible about being here. She’d said, I will go into my grave hating him. I shuddered. Asha’s resentme