After a while, Rose's mind regained some clarity.
Disturbing images rushed into her mind.
The numbness from alcohol only delayed part of the pain. That thread of agony quickly spread again, engulfing Rose completely.
"Why... did you come back so late?" The woman's voice slowly emerged, with an imperceptible tremor.
Anthony turned his head. The living room was dimly lit, casting a melancholic atmosphere on Rose's face.
"I..." He was about to say a word when Rose interrupted him.
"What were you doing?"
He didn't know what to say. Obviously, Rose was mistaking him for Brandon. He didn't know what had happened between them, but he could clearly sense that Rose's emotions were off.
"Rose, let me help you go to bed." He could only change the subject.
"Go to bed?" Rose's voice suddenly b
