ANNA'S POV
The house was waiting for me to fall apart. I went to the garden instead.
He was still down in the east wing. I hadn't checked and I wasn't going to.
The roses had gone leggy, dead at the tips. I knelt in the dirt and cut the dead wood away. Thorns caught my fingers. I kept cutting.
Footsteps on the gravel. I knew them before she spoke.
Lucy stopped at the edge of the bed, arms crossed.
"I heard about last night," she said.
"Everyone heard about last night."
She tilted her head. "You're taking it better than I expected."
I kept cutting. "What did you expect?"
"Tears. A tantrum. You, packing your bags." A beat. "And here you are pruning roses."
"I like roses."
She went quiet. Then she came closer, until she was standing over me.
"Felicia won't stop," she said. "You k
