The Last Sip

POV: Rosa

They still talk about her.

It's been six months and still, she lives in their whispers.

She haunts his eyes.

She poisons the air between us.

I can’t sleep. Again.

The silk sheets are too cold, the room too quiet, and my mind too loud. I lie on my back, staring at the canopy above my bed, breathing like someone drowning slowly.

Kaleb.

That name pulses in my head like a wound that refuses to clot.

He hasn’t touched me.

Not since the day she disappeared. Not since ...