ROSALIE's POV
For two days now, I couldn’t shake that strange look he’d had in the garden, the words I’d hurled at him… Michael’s commands echoed in my mind. The more I tried to put it all aside, the more I thought of him, as if there was no other thought my mind should entertain.
It was ridiculous. I didn’t have a single second to spare for something as trivial as love. My life was already complicated enough, full of bigger problems and weightier plans. Besides, I’d be gone soon anyway. One final plunge into the fire, and it would all be worth it. None of it would matter—neither my feelings for him nor his indifference—once I was gone for good.
After reading Leo a bedtime story, I watched him drift off to sleep, his small hand tucked under his cheek. My grandmother was dozing in front
