A couple of days passed, and I refused to see anyone. Ethan hadn’t visited since then. I was thankful he didn’t, because I didn’t know how I could face him. When people came to visit, I refused to speak. Deep down, I knew—just 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 the truth?

“Rosalie?” Vicky’s voice called out as I lay in bed.

I had been refusing to ...