Chapter 6

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Rose's knuckles were turning white from the death grip she had on the steering wheel

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Rose's knuckles were turning white from the death grip she had on the steering wheel. Still angry from last night's episode with Edwardus. Her mother giving her a light scolding didn't help either.

Darn judgmental, infuriating, self centered jerk.

She took a sharp turn at a corner just as the traffic light changed to yellow. She felt way too heated to sit at a traffic light and wait.

Who the heck does he think he is? Its no business of his what goes on with me and my family. Even if he is right, I'm sure as heck not going to tell him that though.

She swallowed a curse when she got to the end of the street and the traffic light suddey turned red causing her to slam her foot on the break.

Great just great I'm ready half an hour late for work because I over slept.

"Come on, come on, come on" she grumbled as she tapped the dashboard with each word she spoke.

As she sat there her mind wondered back to the incident in the kitchen last night. Deep down she knew he was right she had brushed off her family's words. She didn't mean it to come of as if she didn't care but apparently that's what happened. She had gotten so use to her family fussing over her sometimes she failed to see it was because they care.

She knows she's been over doing it at work. Most evenings she got home she only had time to put Emma to bed before clasping in her own bed not having the strength to even change out I'd her uniform. Then she she had to get up the next day and do it all over again. No wonder her family is always so worried.

Doesnts give him to stick his nose in our business though.

In the back of her mind something was screaming at her telling her she was only this upset because she knows he's right. That same voice was telling her she always didn't want him to think bad about her.

Yeah right. Why would I care if he likes me or not. Its not like his opinion matter. I just met the man.

A blaring car horn came from behind her telling her the light had changed to green. She quickly drove off and in no time pulled into the parking lot at work.

She grabbed her coat and bag from the passenger seat then hurried inside. Her heart constricted in her chest when she saw how crowded the waiting room was.

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