Rosalia’s POV:
“Now it’s your turn,” I say, and he looks at me confused.
“My turn to what?”
“Answer my questions.” I’m met with silence and, adjust my request. “If you want to, of course,” I hurriedly add, and I catch Hunter’s smile over my shoulder. Trying to fight back my own, I fail and resort to silence.
“Sure, what is it you want to know, Rosa?” His eyes look shadowed, but I can’t put a finger on the cause of the sudden distance between us. I hope it’s not the result of telling him my story - since that’s the exact reason I never told anyone before - but something inside me refuses to accept that as the reason.
Instead, I reach for my backpack where it rests on the edge of the bed. Once I’ve pulled it towards me, I unzip the main section and root around for th……
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