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CHAPTER 115
~Rose's POV~
The living room felt colder today, despite the early afternoon sunlight filtering in through the tall windows.
I paced in front of the large-screen TV, ignoring whatever drama was playing on mute. My arms were folded tightly across my chest, and my index finger tapped rhythmically against my chin as I walked back and forth.
"Rose..." Clarice's voice cut into my thoughts, cautiously but persistently.
It was the third time she had interrupted my thought flow this afternoon. I raised my hand without looking at her. "Shh."
Behind me, my three friends—Clarice, Rita, and Ezra—exchanged glances on the cream sectional couch, clearly growing impatient.
It wasn't my fault they couldn't grasp the gravity of this situation.
