A couple days passed, and I refused to see anyone. Ethan hadn’t visited since then. I was thankful he didn‘t, because I didn’t kno w how I could face him. When people came to visit me, I refused to speak. I knew deep down, from their worried eyes, that there was no telling if anything truthful would come from their mouths. How was I supposed to act like everything was okay when I knew what the truth was? “Rosalie?” Vicky‘s voice called out as I layed in bed. I had been refusing to shower or change for any occasion. I heard her moving in through the bedroom door, but with...