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THIRTY EIGHT

CIARA'S POV

The vision hadn't faded. Not even after two glasses of water and another bite of food. It stayed right behind my eyes, flickering like a cruel memory that hadn't happened yet.

Darragh. Screaming my name.

A gun.

A bullet tearing through his head.

Blood. So much of it.

I didn't know gun...