USER: think a title for:Rose I walked into my empty home, tears still staining my cheeks, feeling the weight of the world pressing down on me. As I collapsed onto the couch, my phone buzzed, its sudden interruption shattering the silence. With a shaky breath, I quickly wiped away my tears and answered, hoping to mask the pain in my voice. "Hello?" I murmured, my voice still laced with traces of sorrow. "Rose, it's Joseph," his concerned tone resonated through the receiver. "Why did you leave so abruptly? Is everything okay?" I hesitated, knowing that honesty would reveal a vulnerability I wasn't ready to share. "Oh, Joseph, it's just work," I replied, fabricating an excuse. "I had some urgent matters to attend to at the office, and since Mark was sleeping, I didn't want to disturb him." There was a brief pause on the other end of the line, and I could almost feel Joseph's furrowed brow through the phone. "Are you sure? You sound upset, Rose. Can I come over? There's something important I need to talk to you about." I instinctively resisted, not wanting to burden him with my troubles. "No, really, Joseph, I'm just tired," I insisted, trying to sound convincing. "I took my medication, and I'll be fine once I get some rest." There was a hint of concern in his voice as he persisted, "Rose, this isn't just about what Linda did, right? you don't let people like her get to you." "So, you know?" "I heard about it." "I want you to know that I don't want to come between you two, even though ...