Rocco's brow furrowed upon hearing what Rosina had stated. His head jerked up, expression tensed. "No, I don't know, and I thought it was kinder not to know. Safer for her too… and for me," he stated, fist clenched at his heart.
"Aren't you curious?" Rosina asked further. She was enjoying the tension forming between them as she was about to reveal the truth.
"I always think throughout these years in the human realm. That she may have a new family now, living peacefully, and perhaps… happily," Rocco whispered, sadness echoed in his voice.
Rocco noticed Rosina's hardened expression. He knew she had something to tell him. "Say it, tell me what I need to know."
Rosina's lips pressed into a thin line. Her tone carried heaviness, a deliberate choice of words that couldn't be softened.
"Giselle… did not vanish into the quiet life you hoped for her. She carried the wounds… deep wounds you never saw," Rosina started, wanting to see how Rocco reacted.
