The door closed softly, leaving me and my consequences alone.

“I'm so sorry, mum. I truly didn't see your calls—”

“Twenty-three missed calls, Rosie.” Mum bit out. “Twenty-three.”

My shoulders sagged tiredly.

“I slept as soon as I got home—”

“I told you to call me once you get home, and the next thing you do is sleep?”

I pursed my lips.

“I'm sorry.”

She huffed loudly.

“Are you ready to tell me what caused the fight?”

One of two things was going to happen after I did—and I was seriously hoping for one in particular.

“She was flirting with Henry.”

Silence.

“She what?”

“She was flirting—”

“I heard you...