Chapter Twenty
Rosetta snatched up the phone. With a defeated sigh, she lowered it into its cradle. She couldn’t. Wouldn’t. Thankfully her self-respect had barred any action she’d later regret.
Back into the study to check her emails. Two from Lena, one from Royston, none from Matthew. Two weeks. Two whole weeks and no reply, unless she took into account his cryptic answer to her first four messages. ‘Rosetta. Really sorry I haven’t been in touch. Just need time to...sort myself out. I’m in the process of moving.’ Long pause. ‘Will be in contact when I’ve found a place.’ Extra-long pause. Deep breath in. ‘Don’t know when that’ll be.’
She’d immediately phoned back but was greeted with Matthew’s voicemail. ‘What do you need to sort out, Matthew? Please understand you can talk to me if som
