Rose aggressively cut into the wood with the tiny knife. She didn't care what she was trying to make; she was just digging into the lump of wood with enough force to break the knife. Her hand moved too fast as she chipped at the word without purpose.
"You will cut yourself if you aren't careful, Rose," her father scolded.
Rose stopped, looked at her father, and then she put the knife and the wood away. She had told her father no to his offer, once again. But this time around, it wasn't because she was worried about his health or the toll of the journey or the fact that they would be punished if they were caught.
Rather, because she didn't want to leave Caius. She told herself it would be cruel to leave now. His father had just died, and many other excuses she could think of.
She told her father now wasn't the right time to leave, and he simply nodded and went back to work. She had then picked up this wood and the small knife and was venting her anger towards it.
