Mathilda
It's late evening when I wake up on Cahill's bed, thinking it was all a nightmare that my husband is dead. But then the realization hits me that it's real when I take my phone and go through the voice note once more.
My heart clenches so tight in my chest as I start crying once more. Because I know he's dead already. Ares Quaid has killed Cahill Nolan.
James rushes into my room once more, he and Odette upon hearing my cries. They try as much as they can to console me but it's not working. My husband is dead, I won't see Cahill anymore. All the hopes I've had of him returning have been shattered.
"I don't want to be with James, I don't fucking care if I'm rightfully his or not. Cahill has always been my husband." I am blunt with this as I cry, "I will never get over Cahill." James, who is silently weeping, wraps his body around mine and lets me cry on his chest, despite what I just made known to him.
