That Night
RUSSO EL MASSIMO
We had arrived back at home and Rosaline had hurried off to her room and shut herself off. She still wasn't willing to tell me what had happened to her.
There was no way she could have met anyone in the two minutes that she was away from me but her phone was with her. Someone had sent something to Rosaline and whatever the bastard or b***h sent was something that would put Rosaline off about me. The bastard had made her cry, made her yell, made her cancel a trip we were f*****g excited for.
But what exactly had Caramia found out? And as much as I f*****g wanted to respect Caramia's privacy, I needed to know what message she had gone so I just might have her emails hacked into but there was nothing.
Knowing Caramia, she definitely cleared the emails and
