Rosie POV
I was too embarrassed to look up for anyone to see the tears running down my face, so I walked staring at the ground, just letting my feet take me wherever they chose, as long as it was away from that scene in that tense and awkward kitchen.
Not his friend. He not only said I wasn't his friend, he didn't say we were anything else. Not mates. Not a couple. Nothing. He said nothing. He just let me go without trying to stop me.
I kept walking until, eventually, I stopped hearing voices around me. I lowered my hood and saw I was all alone near a rustic old stone-built factory of some kind. It looked like one you could find right out of a storybook. There was a water wheel and a large pond with a stream beside the humble building.
I loved a movie called Thumbelina when I was a
