IN MY DARKEST TIME, I had never felt this confused.
I didn’t know whether to feel happy or sad or even horrified. Should I be joyful or should I be sorrowful? I was conflicted as I stared at my feet and tried to regulate my head around the fact that this situation was really happening.
“Are you okay, my lady?” Rosalie’s little timid voice sounded blurry as if she was underwater or maybe it was me. Rosalie sighed when I didn’t say anything else. The tension in the room had dropped to dangerous degrees. “I’m sorry,” she said out of nowhere. “I wish I could turn back time.”
Slowly, I looked up and stared at her. “Why are you apologizing?” I asked.
“Because it is my fault.”
“How is it any of your faults?”
“Well, I—I was-“ Rosalie stammered. She didn’t know what to say as I tilted my head
