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Rose's POV
"Louisa, what happened at the office today?"
I tried to keep my voice casual, light even, but my heart was pounding in my chest. I stood by the doorway of my daughter's room, watching her sit on the edge of her bed, her phone abandoned in her lap as she stared blankly at the wall like someone whose thoughts were far away.
She blinked slowly before turning to look at me, confusion written all over her face.
"What was supposed to happen?" she asked.
That response alone made my stomach tighten.
I stepped further into the room and shut the door behind me, folding my arms as I studied her face, searching for anything-guilt, hesitation, fear-anything that might explain the strange heaviness that had followed Abel home from work today.
"Your father," I said softly. "He does
