**Rosalie’s POV

After the night I spent with Ethan, I had expected to see him again, but I didn’t.

He never once came to visit. There was no compassion, no concern, no want or desire from him.

I was nothing more than a task – a tool he needed.

I was sure how I was going to be able to get past all the waiting, but, eventually, I found small ways to entertain myself. Art had become a big one, and when Vicky realized I loved to paint and draw, she made sure I had ...