Chapter 91

Rose sunk into his chair and tried to keep her vision on other things, not the intimate way they were facing one another closely. The mess on the floor of the stuff he had swiped off.

His laptop was teetering dangerously close to the far corner of the smooth surface and looking to tumble off at any second. The picture frame they had accidentally broken lying in pieces under the edge of the desk near her lacy underwear. Her pink bra was hanging from the curtain pole over the window in a distasteful manner and not exactly what she wanted Morag to see, adding more insult to injury.

Rose couldn’t offer anything in the way of useful dialogue. The woman glared at her now and then as she swung from Rob’s face to Rose’s with so much hatred and confusion. Rose wanted the ground to open up and swallow her whole. Rob was trying to help, dabbing Morag’s face with a tissue, uneasy at the lack of reaction and calm tearful posture. Even Rose knew this was out of character for Morag, t