ANNETTE'S POV
My heart raced as I dwelled on the weight of the gun in my hand, a symbol of the choice I couldn't make. When Nobody had pressed that weapon into my palms, I knew I could have done something. I could have fulfilled my childhood dreams and avenge my father's death.
But his eyes met mine and I became a coward.
"I could've fulfilled my childhood dream," I mused, my eyes fixed on the weapon that held the power to avenge my father's death. "But I couldn't shoot Connor when Nobody gave me the chance." It made me chuckle.
I wrestled with my thoughts, questioning my own courage. "Why didn't I?" I whispered to myself, the words heavy with self-doubt. "What would I have lost?"
But then, despite all I've unraveled about him, memories of tender moments with Connor flooded my mind
