for the rest of that night, Rose locked herself in her room, crying.
The girl was in disbelief of why her father had shown up. To reconcile? Or for money?
Rose didnt care. She was glad she shut him out once more.
Yet, the pain still stung like the first day he left her.
"Rose?" Dodie chirped, standing in a white tee and olive dungarees outside the locked door.
No answer. Just soft sobs.
"I'll come back later. Take your time love."
Poor Dodie couldnt even begin to imagine the kind of trauma Rose was experiencing right then.
But she would know soon.
They all would know.
Soon.
