CHAPTER 63
Rose’s POV
After Damien left to attend to his emergency, I returned to the room to pick up a lifestyle magazine I'd been dying to read. It was the latest edition of a publication that I’d been crazy about when I was younger, never missing any of their releases. With the magazine in hand, I made my way downstairs to the living room.
The house was empty and faintly quiet, so much so that I could hear my own footfalls on the stairs. Usually, there was the sound of the gardener's mower as he worked on the lawn. Today, I’d heard nothing like that. Five minutes later, glancing at the time on my phone, I realized why.
From the image on the first page of the magazine, I already knew I was going to enjoy the edition. As I was turning to the next page, I heard the sound of the doorbel
