"Yes, Miss, I understand you perfectly, and it won't repeat itself again," Rose bites out each word, her tone barely masking the resentment beneath her facade. She doesn’t want to do this, I can see it in her face, and feel it in the way each syllable is pronounced.
But as long as she stays in her lane, I really don’t care.
“You can go now,” I tell her dismissively.
She looks down, then turns and walks toward the door, dragging her feet. As soon as she closed it, I let out a deep sigh of relief.
When I came into this house, I expected things to go smoothly. I knew everyone here already, after all. I thought this would be a small, quick transition, that everyone would remain as cordial as they’d always been. But everyone’s different now, except for Thomas, who keeps to himself as he a
