Chapter Twenty-one
Rosaline's POV:
"Miss Carter." The young man at the doubted beams.
I smile back.
"Do you have these?" I hand him a pack of medicine.
He stares at it, then back at me, and nods. He directs me to where I'll find it.
"Don't you think you need to visit the hospital? These stomach relief pills seem not to be working."
I pay for them. "Thank you."
"Does your husband know?"
"Do you usually question your customers about their private lives?"
He exhales. "Sorry if that made you uncomfortable.""
I nod.
""Take care of your health, Miss Carter. "
I sit outside on one of the tables and stare at the instant noodles I had gotten.
Would I be able to eat it?
The steaming paper cup noodles stare at me and I pick up the paper fork. I bring the first fork to my mouth
