Is it Guilt

"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 always has. He just gets the updates, nods, and goes on with his day.

My relationship with Madeline seems to have gone down the drain. We were once close, and now… it’s like there’s a wall between us. Ros