Rose's POV

“Are you okay?” Jasmine whispered beside me, the quiet tone and hesitation belied by the uncertainty in her eyes. She watched intently, the light from the windows streaming through the dark glass playing over the contours of her concerned face.

I clenched my hands into fists in my lap, pushing the frustration aside, forcing myself not to lose it for either one of us. But it wasn't easy. "I don't know," I said, softer now, close to being exhausted. "I don't know anymore, ...