Rosa’s POV
I went to the kitchen after work, deciding I wanted to make dinner. I knew I owed Alex an apology especially with the way he had responded in the office. I wished he said something because his silence was loud in my head.
It was my fault. So I cooked.
Maybe over dinner we would finally talk. As I chopped vegetables, my thoughts drifted to Patra. I wanted to believe that she was still the friend I could trust—a part of me still did.. But another part kept telling me that something wasn’t right. She had been so mad that I used her phone and didn’t even care about my accident and then, she insulted Alex.
I knew something was wrong.
Then I remembered the number I had seen in her phone earlier. It still burned in my mind. I grabbed a piece of paper and found a pen, scribbling
