Cassian's POV

The moment her eyes landed on the last line of that letter, I knew.

The blood drained from her face so fast it was like watching ice creep across her skin. Her lips parted just slightly, the faintest tremor running through them. Her hands began to shake, fingers curling inward as though she could fold herself into nothing. Her shoulders hunched, spine curling, as though the writer of the words themselves were pressing her down.

Her gaze stayed glued to the paper, unblinking, ...