In a fit of anger, I had told Rose that I would leave, but even as the words left my lips, I knew I couldn't. This job was too important to me, it was my purpose. And until I completed what I had started, I couldn't walk away.
That night, while the rest of the house slept soundly, I made my way to her room. I needed to apologize and explain myself for my reckless outburst earlier.
But as I reached for the doorknob, I realized it was locked. My heart sank with frustration.
I remembered the first time I had broken into her room, scaling the balcony to save her from falling off the building. That time it was an act of heroism, now it felt almost criminal as I contemplated breaking in once more just to see if she was alright.
I watched her sleeping in the softly lit room. She looked peacef
