Rose lay in her room, bathed in the warm afternoon sunlight that filtered through the curtains. Her heart felt light, a rare sensation of contentment spreading through her as she replayed the recent events in her mind. Everything seemed to be falling into place—the reconciliation with Poppy, her mother's healing, and the sense of acceptance she hadn't felt in a long time.
A gentle knock on her door interrupted her reverie, and she sat up with a smile. Without waiting for an answer, Lilyanne stood on the other side, her expression a mixture of concern and something else that Rose couldn't quite decipher. Lilyanne's gaze, usually cool and composed, now held an intensity that made Rose pause.
Rose was in a very good mood and didn't notice her sister's glare, she just brushed off any thought that came to her. Lilyanne schooled her expression and smiled.
"Sister, where were you this morning?" she asked.
