ROSALIE's POV
I must’ve sat there for hours, staring at the same spot, the empty bottles rolling across the floor, settling next to the bed. The door to my room creaked open, but I didn’t move. I only listened to the sound of footsteps coming closer until Marco silently sat down beside me, leaning his back against the bed just like I had.
"Is Finn alive?" I asked, afraid of what his answer might be.
"Yes," he said simply. The bloodstains on his shirt cuff made me turn to study him more closely. My eyes scanned him quickly for any sign of injury, but he seemed unharmed.
"So, was this your plan all along? To raid the place?" I asked, my voice trembling with frustration. "You didn’t really need me at all, did you? You just made it seem like you did so Michael wouldn’t figure it out."
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