*Rose*

“Wh-who are you?” I stammer as I continue to lock eyes with the stranger standing at the foot of my bed. 

Now that I’m fully awake, she doesn’t look quite as menacing. My eyes have adjusted to the light, and I can see that she is a tiny older woman, and while she’s creepy, I think I can take her, even in my very pregnant state.

She doesn’t answer my question, only continues to look at me in a menacing way. Her beady eyes narrow even more, and I think she looks a bit like King Gene.

I never imagined anyone could be shorter than him, but this woman...