Wendy's POV

I stepped further into the room, feeling the heavy silence weighing me down. My eyes fixed on Rosina. Now, she looked... different. Her messy hair, dirty face, and quick movements made her seem wild and on edge, like she was searching for something.

Her big, surprised eyes looked at me, but the shock only lasted a moment. Then, like a switch had been flipped, her face changed, twisting into a scowl. Under her breath, I could almost hear the disgust pouring out of her like poison. Anger. It came off her in waves, filling the room like a separate thing that wanted notice.

“Wendy.” she said angrily, standing...