Rosette’s Point of View~~~
I blinked, weakly. The morning light filtered lazily through the drawn curtains, casting blurred streaks across the walls.
My head throbbed faintly. My body ached as if I had wrestled with grief in my sleep.
Wait… sleep?
I sat up, eyes widening as I took in my surroundings. This was my room.
And I was still in the same clothes from yesterday.
What the hell?
My hands instinctively reached for my chest as I remembered it—the wailing, the begging, my father’s lifeless body… and Cesare.
My chest tightened. I remembered pressing myself into his warmth, sobbing until my lungs gave out, until my voice cracked.
And then—
My eyes flew open fully as it all rushed back. I had cried myself to sleep. On his chest.
I gasped.
"Ethan."
Panic shot through me like a b
