"Rose Barnes." Leo's voice dropped, each word sharp with disgust. "You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? From the moment Adela walked in, you've had that look on your face. Fine, take it out on me—but a pregnant woman? Have you no shame? You can't have children, and that's not her fault."
Leo's face flushed red as he pointed at me.
But I was calmer than I expected. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket, turned, and walked back to the bedroom.
Leo seemed surprised by how calm I was.
"Nice one, Leo. She already knows she was wrong."
Hearing his friend say that, Leo assumed I'd gone back to the room out of guilt. A satisfied smile spread across his face.
I closed the door behind me and opened the text message.
Rose, your flight is booked for five days from now.
I looked down at the plastic ring on my finger.
Leo had bought it for me seven years ago. His very first gift to me.
A five-dollar trinket from a street vendor. I'd worn it for seven years.
Before long, someone knocked on my door.
It was Leo.
"Rose, come on out. Adela's not that petty."
My voice was flat. "No thanks."
I moved to close the door.