[Rose's P.O.V.]
I didn't go down to the dining hall because, well, I just didn't feel like it. Not when things were like this. I just sat on the chair in my bedroom wondering why Christie had written my name before she died. Then, there was a knock on the door. It was Jane. She had noticed that I hadn't gone to eat, so she brought me some sandwiches that Madam Daisy had made.
I thanked her but didn't know why she had come to stay with me until I read her mind.
'Poor Rose. It was a good thing she hadn't gone to dinner. Otherwise, all those blabbering servants would have made her feel worse. Hopefully, I had reprimanded them enough to make them stop spreading such silly gossip. But why did Christie write Rose's name in blood?'
Jane must have forgotten that I could read minds. And when I read hers, I felt a little sour.
Why was I being treated this way when I didn't do anything wrong?
