25 - ROSA’S FREEDOM 

  ROSA'S POV 

  

  How I felt? Free. 

  I smiled in guilty satisfaction, as I threw in the last of my belongings into my suitcase, ready to leave this sad life behind. Very eager to leave this lonely and secluded house that Andrew had forced me to call a home. 

  He was buried this morning, and I was already prepared to leave. Picking up my suitcase, I walked out of the room, making my way towards the living room. I looked around the place for a moment, and I felt a pang within me. Andrew was really dead. For the first time since it happened, I felt the...