Though Rose had insisted she was fine, Isabella could tell otherwise. Her legs carried her almost instinctively toward Rose’s room—she needed to talk to her.
She hesitated before knocking on Rose’s bedroom door, waiting until it finally opened. The shock on Rose’s face made Isabella frown, though she kept her composure.
“I know you’re not fine,” Isabella said, a hint of annoyance lacing her tone when she saw Rose’s red, slightly swollen eyes. She knew instantly that Rose had been crying. Stepping inside, she closed the door behind her. “If you want to cry, I won’t stop you. But I won’t leave you alone,” she added stubbornly.
Rose’s lips trembled as emotions surged, and she suddenly threw her arms around her sister-in-law, hugging her tightly. Goddess, she loved her. Isabella was everyth
