Chapter 37: Playing Rose’s Game
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Chapter 37
~Spring’s POV~
The next thing I heard was the lie.
Rose, in that broken-glass voice of hers, dripping with sugar and manipulation.
"I just wanted to apologise," she whimpered. "To make things right... about the gift. I thought it was mine. I really did. And I figured, maybe if I said sorry, she’d understand, but... but as I got close to her door, she slammed it in my face."
I blinked slowly from my bed, still curled under the sheets. The laptop beside me cast a soft glow on the duvet, a quiet witness to the drama unfolding outside my door.
Then—like clockwork—came the knock.
No, not a knock. A bang.
Three sharp, angry slams, followed by my mother’s voice.
"Spring! Open this door!"