ROSALIE's POV
I tossed and turned in bed, unable to escape the gnawing emptiness growing inside me. It felt as though something was missing, as though the air itself was thinning, making it harder to breathe. Marco’s voice had sounded strange earlier when I called him. It lingered in my mind, replaying over and over, making me second-guess everything. After our call, I’d tried calling him again, but this time he didn’t pick up.
Maybe he was busy. That would have been the logical explanation. But for some reason, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I needed to hear his voice again, to know he was okay. When his phone didn’t even ring—it went straight to voicemail—the unease settled deeper into my chest. Worrying about him like this was absurd. Soon, I’d be gone. I wouldn’t be here to call h
