57. Rising Hatred

That night, when Rose appeared at her family’s doorstep, after being resurrected from the dead. Her mother, upon seeing her, let out a wail of disbelief before throwing herself into Rose’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably. “My daughter… my beautiful daughter! You’re back!” she cried, clutching Rose so tightly it felt as if she feared she might disappear again. Tears streamed down her face, her voice breaking with raw emotion. She held her as if she would never let go, as if Rose was a miracle sent from the heavens. Her father, however, stood frozen in the doorway, his face pale and his eyes wide with horror. His hands trembled as he struggled to find words. “H-How…?” His voice barely made it past his lips. “We saw you… we saw your body, Rose. How can you be standing here?” His mind refused to comprehend the impossible. But Rose only smiled softly, her lips curving in a way that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “That doesn’t matter. What matters is that our daughter is home,” her mother said. T