Rosalia’s POV:
The surroundings are utterly silent. It feels as though a dense blanket of silence has engulfed everything, and inexplicably, this is making me feel anxious. I have experienced similar feelings before, but I could always explain the cause of the unease. This time, however, I can't seem to pinpoint the reason behind this bad feeling.
Until this one.
This one I couldn’t explain. It originated somewhere deep in my subconscious, somewhere I couldn’t access with my mind but could still feel. Like sour cream or curdled milk, it sat like an ugly stain somewhere deep inside me and I couldn’t banish it. Eight, fourteen, twenty-two. The words flash through my mind, the voice behind them teasing yet malicious at the same time. Ebony? I think to myself, seeing the older woman’s lip
