Rose paced around the guesthouse, her bare feet moving in slow, uneven steps against the cool wooden floor. Her thoughts were a mess, colliding with each other, forming a storm that she couldn’t silence.
Christian’s words echoed in her head.
Her father.
Amy.
Working together.
She ran her fingers through her hair and stopped in front of the small window, peering out into the dark estate. Trees swayed gently in the night breeze, the faint sound of crickets breaking the silence. Everything looked peaceful. Normal.
But inside her, a war raged.
Her chest rose and fell sharply as her mind refused to accept what she'd heard.
“No,” she whispered, shaking her head. “He should let her be .”
She had spent years burying that part of her life. Years convincing herself that her father’s absence
