Rosa’s POV
Even after airing the room with sprays and changing the curtains and bedsheets, it still looked terrible. The walls were whitewashed and peeling, with thin cracks running through them like scars that might split open if we moved too roughly.
“You can’t sleep here,” I told Alex. “We don’t have to stay.”
He came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, his lips brushing my neck. “You have no idea what I can do for you, Rose.”
I sat on the bed, ignoring the loud creak beneath my weight. “This isn’t what this place used to look like,” I said quietly. “I promise.”
Calling it home now felt almost shameful.
Alex sat beside me. “I believe you,” he said gently. “But we’re here to have a good time…and we will. And while we’re here, we’ll find out what really happened to you
