Rose POV
I was folding laundry when James walked through the front door.
Not the back entrance he used when he wanted to avoid me. The front door. Which meant whatever he was about to say, he had decided on it in the car.
I didn't look up.
"You're home early," I said, matching a pair of Lilly's socks.
"Rose."
Something in his voice made me set the socks down.
James stood in the doorway between the foyer and the living room, still in his conference suit. He looked like a man who had rehearsed something several times and still wasn't satisfied with any version of it.
"What happened?" I asked.
"St. Catherine's called while I was with Marcus," He paused, "They couldn't reach you."
"My phone died an hour ago." I looked at his face and my stomach dropped slowly, the way it does when yo
