Rose
The clock strikes 12 noon and my parents sit together across from me again, this time in the dining room.
I stare into space and try to ignore Caleb's constant presence next to me.
Everyone sits awkwardly quiet as we wait for our meal to be served.
I didn't want to eat with them. After me refusing to eat all morning, my father had his men drag me down here into this seat. They're standing around the room just in case I bolt.
The maid comes out with our food and gently lays the plates of roast beef, veggies, Mac and cheese, and our drinks down on the dark brown wooden table. Looking around, the white walls seem to close in on us and the black wooden floor feels as if its falling from under my feet.
I feel shivers travel up my arms and goosebumps appear in their path.
I hate thi
