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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 the note I received b