As Lisa Summers stepped through the door, the weight of the evening still pressing heavily on her shoulders, she was immediately met by the stern, unblinking gaze of Rose. Rose stood by the entrance, arms crossed, her expression cold and unreadable.
Lisa shut the door behind her and sighed, already knowing this wasn’t going to be a pleasant conversation. She had barely made it to the living room when Rose spoke, her voice sharp and accusing.
"Where have you been?" Rose demanded, her eyes narrowing.
Lisa set her purse down on the table, trying to keep her tone even. "I was at Derek's. He needed me. Ben passed away, and—"
Rose cut her off, her voice icy. "I know exactly where you were, Lisa. And I know what you're doing."
Lisa frowned, taken aback. "What are you talking about?"
Rose un
