***Rose POV***
I didn't press the matter further and we chatted comfortably for a while. Pat made me pancakes with butter and syrup when my stomach growled loudly. I liked her company. She made the massive sterile kitchen feel homely and I felt myself relax.
We were chatting about this and that when a young woman around my age walked into the kitchen through the back door. She was short and petite, and I immediately felt self-conscious about my height and curves. This was my standard response to women who looked like her. Her platinum blond hair was cut into a shoulder-length bob that bounced around her face as she walked.
‘Is there any for me, Pat?’ The woman asked when she eyed my almost empty plate.
‘Of course, Kat.’ Pat chuckled as she went to the stove and added more batter to
