(Angela’s POV)
Rose’s voice still lingered in the air, sharp and urgent.
I stood there, frozen, unsure whether to speak or how to even begin.
She didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, giving me that unmistakable look—that perfect blend of concern, frustration, and fierce loyalty only a best friend could wear so effortlessly.
Then, without giving time the chance to stretch any further, she beckoned.
“Come on,” she said. “Let’s go. Somewhere we can talk. Properly.”
I hesitated a bit.
Not because I didn’t want to speak with her, but because I knew how this was likely going to end up. Rose wasn’t one to stay quiet when she was kept in the dark, especially not about something this big.
She was dramatic when she needed to be, loud when necessary, and always,
