Rose’s POV

I stood in my doorway, arms crossed, as Alexis made her way toward my front porch. The night clung in a thick, silent shroud of anticipation, and I paced for a few hours, replaying in my mind every detail of our phone call, trying to piece together in my mind what she must have on her mind worth my time.

Having her in my presence, I now sensed the fury of my rage burning just below the surface.

Alexis gazed back at me, sporting her usual smug face, as though she controlled ...