Rosalie's POV
The room was dead quiet, which made the phone ringing feel almost aggressive — like it was in a hurry about something.
I answered it in front of everyone. Said a quick warm hello, then put it on speaker.
The same voice that had just come out of Mr. Brown's phone filled the room.
Elliot, sounding borderline frantic. "You said you'd come back and help me here! Why are you off working somewhere else? Don't tell me I've been too stingy with you?"
"That's not true. I didn't apply anywhere else."
"Then why did some Mr. Brown call me asking if I know you? Different last name and everything — but didn't you tell me a little while ago you got married? Ravenscroft would be your husband's name, right?"
"It is. But Mr. Brown called for a different reason."
"Ah…" Elliot's voice
