I stormed out of the room, my heart racing with fury. As I walked, the images of my mother, cheerful and bright, clashed violently with the darkness that now tainted my thoughts.
I let the anger get the best of me and revealed my true self to Rose. Why did she have to be so damn nosy? There was no going back now. William would know what I was up to as soon as Rose asked him about my mother.
Unless...unless she doesn't tell him she heard the name from me.
I needed air, space, something to cool the fire that consumed my insides. So I walked to the old park where my mother and I used to go when I was a kid. It was deserted now, just the rustling leaves and the echo of distant traffic keeping me company. Sitting on the cold bench, I replayed Rose's confused, frightened expression in my mind
