“I said I’m home, aren't they any residents in here that would come to welcome me?”
The sound was sharp and sudden, interrupting the peaceful rhythm of my evening routine.
I rinsed the soap off my hands and patted them dry with a dish towel, my mind already whirling with possibilities. Stepping out of the kitchen, I moved quietly towards the source of the noise, my heart beating a little faster with each step.
As I rounded the corner, my suspicions were confirmed. Standing in the foyer, surrounded by a flurry of activity, was Alpha Tyson’s mother. The last visit had been tense and uncomfortable, marked by her barely concealed disdain for me. My heart sank at the sight of her. How would I handle her?
Rose was still locked up!
She was already barking orders at the guards, her voice car
