Storming through the local store, I kept sending Rose glares as she searched through the racks.

"What are you looking for, Rose?" I put my hands on my hips and sighed.

"This!" She shot up, lifting something over our heads.

When I saw what it was, I felt like an animation character that had its angel leave its body. Or just like that painting with the horrified screaming man.

"Nope. Nuh-uh. I'm out of here." I put my palms in front of myself in defense and started leaving the store, but her hand on my hood held me back.

"Rose..." I half-groaned, half-growled, not admitting all the signs. Fear seized...