21. Apologies

Rosalie

“Rosie?”

I look up at the sound of my grandma's voice and find her standing in the doorway of my bedroom. “Grams? What are you doing here?”

Her eyes roam over my face, a hint of concern in them. “I rang the doorbell twice, but you didn’t hear me, eh? I was worried about you, so I came to take a look. You haven’t come home to visit in a while.”

I rise to my feet and grab her hands, noting how cold they are. “How did you get here?”

She smiles at me. “I took the bus and walked. I called you a few times earlier, but you didn’t pick up. I had a bad feeling, so I used the code on your fancy door lock.” I smile noting how I used to hate getting that thing because of how much it cost. But now that's probably the best decision I made since I started living here. Took a lot of convincing and a lot of neighborhood break-ins but I caved in and installed one.

I lift our joined hands to my face and warm her hand on my cheek. “I’m sorry, grandma. I’ve just been busy with work. I should’