Rosalia’s POV:
“Roe?” Hunter’s voice in my ear snaps me back to the present and I look up from where I’d been looking down at a piece of paper for the last few hours without seeing it. “Roe, what is it, love?” Hunter’s hand on my shoulder has me sighing and trying to figure out what, for the last six months, had been bothering me. “Roe?”
“It’s Kalli,” I eventually manage to reply when I see that Hunter’s still waiting for me to answer his question from before. “Hunt, I don’t know what to do. Part of me wants to tell her what we aren’t so she’ll stop looking at me like I’m hurting her but I know that if I do that I’m damning her to take up what we ran out of time to do.” I moan, hearing his low sigh in response. “I wish there was a middle way but I can already feel it.” Looking up at my b
