31Nora
“Hey there.” Balancing a tray with tea and sandwiches in my hands, I push open the door to Rosa’s bedroom and approach her bed.
She’s lying on her side, facing away from the door, a blanket wrapped tightly around her. Setting the tray down on the nightstand, I sit down on the edge of her bed and gently touch her shoulder. “Rosa? Are you okay?”
She rolls over to face me, and I almost flinch at the bruising on her face.
“Pretty bad, huh?” she asks, noticing my reaction. Her voice sounds a little scratchy, but she looks remarkably calm, her eyes dry in her swollen face.
“Well, I wouldn’t say it’s good,” I say carefully. “How are you feeling?”
“Possibly better than you,” she says quietly, looking at me. “I’m so sorry about the baby, Nora. I can’t even imagine what you and Julian m
