Rosie went to the kitchen to keep herself busy, her steps slow and measured.
What was Alex doing back here?
She bit her lips and opened the fridge, wondering if her mom knew Alex was back or if this was a coincidence. However it seemed, Alex not informing her of his presence was low-key sketchy.
“Goodnight then,” she heard Nathan say to Belle. “If you need anything, you know where to find the kitchen.”
“Not you?” Belle called.
He laughed politely. “No, not me unfortunately.”
Rosie took out a jar of milk and cookies from the fridge and walked back to the kitchen table. She heard Nathan’s steps as he trudged away from the guest room and towards the kitchen.
She busied herself pouring milk into her cup as he edged around the kitchen entrance and slowly approached the counter.
“Hey,” h
