Found Obsession

Chapter 91: Answers

For a moment, Rose was unsure how to react. She remained still, staring at the preserved rose in disbelief. 

Rose stood up, her resolve hardening. I need to go there, she thought, her fingers brushing over the preserved rose in its container one last time before carefully setting back in its place.

She eyed her reflection briefly, taking in her casual attire. Not like this, she decided. If this mission was anything like the orphanage when she went to find information on Briana, she needed to be prepared—sharp, composed, and ready for anything. Slowly and carefully, she untied her sling, wincing slightly as she tested her arm's movement. It wasn't perfect, but it would do.

She searched through her closet, selecting clothes with deliberate care.  She prepared her purse, her phone, and enough money to handle any surprises, deep down she felt a fear she couldn't name. 

She'd pick up an extra phone on the way, just in case, she thought. 

Soon her outfit radiated professionalism and elegance, each piece carefully chosen. A crisp white blouse with a sharp, understated V-neckline was tucked neatly into a high-waisted pencil skirt. The skirt's dark plaid pattern added texture and sophistication, hugging her figure in all the right places. Sheer black tights softened the ensemble, transitioning seamlessly into sleek black high heels.

A black bag with a delicate chain strap rested gracefully on her shoulder, while oversized sunglasses shielded her eyes, adding an air of mystery to her polished look. Her crimson hair, styled effortlessly.

Considering her leg was still healing, high heels weren't the most practical choice. But Rose wasn't aiming for practicality—she wanted to look like someone who had the answers, not someone searching for them. She settled for a polished look that balanced sophistication and comfort, her resolve unwavering.

Carefully, she placed her sling back on, sliding Raven's photograph securely into its folds. Elijah's note was tucked away in her drawer, out of sight but not out of mind. Grabbing her purse, she hesitated for a moment, debating whether to call Jonathan.

If the soldiers had to take her, it might be better to let him know, she reasoned. With a small sigh, she dialed his number.

The phone barely rang before his voice came through, sharp with concern. "Are you okay?"

Rose allowed herself a small smile. "Jonathan, can I have your soldiers take me somewhere?"

There was silence on the other line for a moment. Finally, he responded, his tone careful. "Your gun is on the kitchen counter."

A slight smirk tugged at her lips. That's one thing about Jonathan, she thought. He worried about her but also trusted her actions.

"Will you be in danger?" he asked, his voice quieter now. "Do you need me to come?"

Rose hesitated, weighing her response. "I'm following a clue," she said honestly. "I think it might lead to the orphanage Raven was adopted from."

Jonathan exhaled softly. "I'll keep everyone busy. Lucas was about to head to your place—I'll make sure he stays distracted."

"Thank you, Jonathan," she said, her voice soft with gratitude. "I'll call you if anything comes up."

"Hansley..." His voice lingered, concern bleeding through. "Take care."

"I will," she promised, her tone steady.

Ending the call, she slipped the phone into her bag, her heart steadying. She had a destination, a lead, and someone she trusted to have her back.