Shock and disbelief still filled me when I woke up the next morning.
The room was dark thanks to the light-blocking drapes. I stared at the ceiling in vain. My eyes were tear-stained and swollen from the amount of emotions I had let escape me.
What Ethan had said the night before played over and over again in my mind.
No. There must have been some misunderstanding.
It couldn’t have been what I thought it would be…
Slowly, I slid from the bed and stood to my feet. I cringed as the groggy feeling washed over me. For a moment, I wished that everything I had heard last night had just been a nightmare that never happened.
“Rosalie–”
I jumped at Ethan’s voice from the living room.
I quickly made my way back to the bed, buried most of my face in the pillow, and pretended to be sleeping.
