All at once, I remembered Rosalie at eighteen, careful, restrained, not even daring to wrap her arms tightly around me when she held me.
Back then, she made her first promise, saying she would stay by my side for life.
I gently brushed the fresh skin on my chest, holding back the ache rising in my heart.
“Have you considered what I’m meant to do with those words carved on me?”
“He tattooed me with those words. I took a piece of his skin. Even.”
Rosalie parted her lips, yet nothing came out.
Seeing her fall silent, Fritz suddenly screamed wildly. “Sister Rosalie! You’re already carrying my baby!”
“You can’t let him treat me this way! Take me away! Please, take me away!!”
It felt like lightning struck me, leaving me frozen in place as I watched the burst of happiness in Rosalie’s eyes.
She carefully held Fritz’s hand, gentle as if holding something precious.
Joy spilled from her brows and eyes.
“Don’t worry, we’re leaving right now.”
Rosalie rushed out with him pulled along, her steps never slowed even for a moment as she passed me.
She only tossed back one line. “Keagan, you need to calm yourself and learn how to be my husband properly.”
After that, Rosalie did not come home for three months.