~ ROSELLE ~
"Are you okay?" With a voice so soft, he asks, those gray eyes settle on mine, filled with concern, and so patient in a way that makes my stomach knot.
I blink, reminding myself not to get fooled. Six women had looked into those eyes before me, six women who are now dead.
The thought alone makes my head feel like it's spinning, my stomach churning violently.
I nod before he can ask again, forcing a smile onto my lips even though they feel brittle, as if they might crack under the strain.
My only prayer is that he'll take it as an answer and leave. But he doesn't, instead he takes, stride after stride, the heavy soles of his boots pressing against the floorboards.
The room suddenly feels too small. Too f*****g small. My breaths come in short, measured gasps, each one thin
