XLII

The knocking continued as Rosalie exited the bathroom, with the piece of glass hidden. Slumping back in the corner where she found comfort, the door opened. Slowly pushing in as the light shined in, ‘Rosalie?” Koa called out as he looked around the room, his eyes dew in tightly.

The lights flicker on, lighting up the room as Rosalie is immediately spotted. Koa’s face went pale as he took in Rosalie’s appearance, "What has he done to you?” He asked, spotting the dry blood on the bed sheet. Rosalie remained silent, looking down at the floor, listening to every word that he said with anger boiling in her body.

“Why do you care, I’m not your sister, your sister is dead, just like my grandparents,” she said brittly as her lips curved in a visible humorless smile that Koa failed to see, “I know, Mateo, he killed them,” he said, walking to her side before kneeling in front of her, guilt filling his eyes and tone, “I’m so sorry,” he said, earning a hum, “You’re sorry, why are you sorry?” She