Morag slid out of the car, her body clothed in a figure hugging grey tracksuit and long sleeves with a briefcase in one hand. The hint of dressings and bandages on her wrists and hands peeking from under the edges of her cuffs. Her red hair piled up on top of her head messily, her face free of all traces of makeup, giving her a youthful almost innocent look and for a moment Rose never recognised her. She looked like a young sweet girl, completely vulnerable and doe eyed. She could imagine that once upon a time this was the version Rob had loved, that innocent and almost Rose like version of the woman in front of them.
Rose turned her eyes to the gravel, kicking with the toe of her trainer at some loose moss, unable to look at the approaching woman anymore either and feeling wholly uncomfo
