CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
The still huffing Trystan stormed out of the room, probably relieved he wouldn’t have to uphold the contrite façade anymore. Trystan didn’t know how to be apologetic. He felt no contrition because to do that he would have to first feel humility and compassion, neither of which were in his repertoire.
“Rosie, I apologize to you too, for my son’s actions and for his disrespect,” Mauri said.
Rosie had been very quiet since Trystan’s outburst. “I’m going to get out of here,” Rosie said, getting to her feet.
“Rosie,” Ivy said, trying to console her sister by taking her arm. “I’m sorry you’ve been through this.”
“No, it’s my fault, Trystan was right, and you were too. I shouldn’t… I should never have come here. These people have been horrible to you and it’s not safe. I’m
