Author's POV
Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.
Rose forced the words through her mind as she blinked rapidly. The pressure behind her eyes burned, but she kept her face straight. This feeling wasn’t new. It always came after moments like this ...after she trusted the wrong person, after she let herself hope.
Rafael didn’t care. That truth settled over her like a cold cloth. She didn’t understand how she missed it before.
She returned to her seat. Rafael sat exactly as she left him before the incident, clothes on, eyes on the same laptop, not sparing her a single look. To him, nothing had happened.
A soft voice broke the silence.
“Champagne?”
The flight attendant stood beside her with a bottle.
“No, thank you,” Rose replied with a faint smile. The woman nodded and walked away.
Rafa
