Rosette’s point of view~~~
Cesare didn’t speak right away.
There was grief in his eyes then, yes, but also guilt. The kind that stayed silent because it knew it had no right to speak.
He just stood there, his dark eyes fixed on me as though reading every line of pain etched into my face.
Then, slowly, he moved past me.
Not in a rush, not like he was trying to escape the heaviness of the room like James did but with a kind of respect.
Like he understood the ache in my chest.
He stepped around me and to my father’s side then gently pulled the sheet back up over his face, covering him fully again.
I didn't stop him. I just watched his hands move gently but didn't say anything. I didn't have the strength to talk let alone move.
Then, without saying a word, he picked up a napkin fro
