i skip dinner , but rose barges in my room and knocks on the door . a strong hand gripped my neck and pressed my face into the carpet . i jumped my left hand along the sill until it was tight in the corner of the window frame . you had nothing to do with it ... and i knew you were on a tight schedule . her eyes find mine , and i watch her once confident demeanor fall into an embarrassed frown . the letter she left behind said she was running to me . 