Rose’s POV
The boat moved fast through the water. Its engine made a loud, rumbling noise that fought against the big waves crashing all around us. The cold sea air blew hard into my face. It felt like tiny pins stabbing my bruised cheeks, but I didn’t care about the pain. My eyes were locked on Margaret. She stood at the front of the boat, holding the wheel tight. She smiled at me, a mean smile, like a cat that finally caught the mouse it had been chasing.
Her lips were painted bright red. She made them into a fake sad shape. "What’s that look on your face, Rose?" she said, her voice teasing. "Do you have something to say? Go ahead, talk."
I closed my hands into tight fists. My nails pressed into my skin, and I felt anger growing inside me like a fire. It burned hot in my chest. For so
