Any of the people coming through my house could be them. Admittedly, P’ve interrogated a few of the poor workers just to see if they acted suspiciously, but they all looked at me like I was asking them if they could sell me some crack. “Ma’am?” the man prompts again. I shake my head—a sad attempt at focusing back on the conversation. "I'm so sorry, I'm just really out of it," I rush out, waving my hands out in front of me in a placating gesture. I feel like an asshole for my behavior. Had I’d fallen, the poor guy probably would’ve blamed himself. The earth could’ve easily given out on me, or I could’ve just taken too large of a step and plummeted to my death just because he was concerned. He would’ve lived the rest of his life with guilt, and who knows what would have become of him because of it. "S'kay," he says, still eyeing me with a pinch of wariness. He hikes his thumb over his shoulder. "Well, we'll be back tomorrow to put the railing up." I nod, twirling my fingers together. "Thank you," I respond lightly. The second he leaves, I'll cry about how I almost ruined his life, and even though he seems incredibly nice, I can tell he wants nothing more than to just leave. But his kindness perseveres. Or that insistent need to make sure he walks away guilt-free. “You need me to call anyone?” I smile and shake my head. “I know that looked bad, but I promise I wasn’t going to jump.” His shoulders fall an inch, and his face smooths out in relief. "Good,” he says, nodding. He starts to turn but then stops. “Oh, there's a bouquet of roses waiting out there for you." My heart stops for a solid five seconds before it kicks into high gear and climbs its way up my throat. "W-what? From who?" He shrugs a shoulder. "I don't know. They were there when we came back from lunch earlier. Forgot about 'em until just now. I can go grab the—" "That's okay!" I cut in hastily. His teeth click shut, and another weird look passes on his face. This man definitely thinks I’m a nutcase. He nods again with one last concerned glance before turning and walking back towards the front of the manor. Releasing a weighted sigh, I wait until he disappears from view before making my own way back. It would’ve felt weird walking behind him—two people heading in the same direction that have no interest in talking to each other. Gives me the heebie jeebies.