Rose came to a sudden halt in the hallway, each stomp she'd taken on the way here still echoing through the walls. Her rage was palpable, radiating from her tense frame, like a volcano barely held back from erupting. She stood there for a moment, chest heaving, struggling to rein in her emotions. Finally, she turned to face me, her expression tight with frustration.
"I'm sorry you had to see that," she muttered, her voice low but crackling with leftover anger.
"Don't worry about it. It's not like it's a bad thing," I replied, trying to ease the tension in the air with a casual tone. "Honestly, I should be thanking you for putting your former family in their place. It sucks that you had to deal with those assholes throughout your childhood and teenage years."
