I threw myself onto the bed unceremoniously. 

Now that Lena was gone, it was just me with my thoughts.

"Love…" I murmured.

(Would you still feel the same way, when he's wrinkly and old?)

I groaned, kicking my legs against the mattress. 

"What the hell are you doing, Rosie?"

A ping pulled me from my thoughts and toward my phone.

I snatched it up immediately.

Henry?

(The envelope is in your wardrobe, read it.) 

I smirked, deciding to type my reply. 

(Yes, Daddy.)

A read receipt showed he seen my response, but after waiting for a good fifteen minutes—

"I give up." I said, huffing in annoyance.

I jumped off...