Rosy’s P.O.V
“Hey,” I answered Lucia’s call upon reaching Sam’s house- with major internal conflict.
It was easy to assume that she wanted to know my whereabouts, since I had left while she was in a deep slumber.
But then again, the fact that we never really kept tabs on each other ever since our rooming together journey began- made me rule that possibility out.
“Are you okay? Are you safe? Everyone’s worried about you!” She rambled on, making it hard for me to keep up.
“Whoa,” I said. “Slow down.”
“Where are you, Rosy?” She added to her already long list of questions.
“I woke up in the middle of the night and you were just… gone.”
I chuckled at the dramatics, because that was just typical of Lucia.
Turning a molehill into a whole mountain was her kind of thing.
“I’m okay,” I
