Chapter 8.

Rosa POV.

I stand in the open doorway in to what is now my bedroom. I fidget with my fingers and bite the inside of my bottom lip. This is going to be ok. I step into the room and debate with myself if I should close the door or keep it open.

If I keep it open, I can pretend I am back in the cave. If I close it, I can let myself believe that I am normal. I scoff at that. Normal! Ha, there is nothing normal about any of this, or me, for that matter. I chose to keep the door open.

I look at the bed and reach my hand out, but pull it back as I blink and shake my head. This won’t last long, so I won’t get too comfortable. I sigh and move to the chaise and take the blanket that was on the back of it. I set it on the plush cream coloured carpet and lay down facing the open door. I place my hands under my head and bring my knees to my chest.

This is only temporary until I can figure something else out. I move to sit and tug the hood of the bathrobe up and tighten the sash and lay back down.