The landscape stretched out in an endless sea of green. Crops were planted in neat rows, thriving under good agricultural management—anyone could see that. I trailed behind Rose as she walked down the narrow path, leading us to a lone house standing out against the backdrop of trees. It was a perfect spot for a countryside home. Honestly, I could see myself living here.
As we neared the entrance, a dog barked at us from the yard, no gate to keep it back. But all it took was one fierce glare from Rose, and the dog instantly went silent, tucking its tail between its legs. Not even a dog dared challenge her authority.
When we reached the front door, Rose knocked firmly.
"Oh?" A voice called from inside. "Rose? Is that you?"
"Yes, sister, it's me," Rose answered.
Sister? I had no clue she had one. Then again, we never talked long enough for me to know if she had siblings.
