Rose
Now . . .
Staring at the sparkling silver bracelet around her wrist, Rose sat in the waiting room of the small clinic lost in thought. For the millionth time she thought of the events leading up to Vincent's departure. For a long time she'd been angry at herself for having let Ben hug her, knowing how angry that would make Vincent. She was certain that had something to do with Vincent going to see Anita the night she told him. Maybe he was trying to get back at her—upset her the way she'd upset him, and then something went horribly wrong.
That infamous hug—she'd replayed it so many times in her head—had it really led to all this? It had been so quick and natural, and Ben had hugged everyone. It would've been awkward to be the only one to balk at it, so it just felt easier to do so
