OLIVIA

“Axel wanted you to have this.”

I frowned at the shopping bag Rosa stretched out to me, my eyes burning with the anger that brewed within me.

My hands flinched the bag away, and it fell to the ground. But, all I did was lay back unbothered in bed, my hands pulling the duvet over my body.

“I don’t want it. I want to go home.”

“Olivia—‘’

“— I hate it here,” I interrupted her with a harsh voice, feeling the corner of my eyes sting with the tears that were ...