Rose’s POV:
It had been a couple of days since news of Emily’s death reached us. Thorn and I had spent most of that time in our room. I had completely moved into his room. Thorn was my constant comfort when I needed comfort, my lover when I needed a lover and my friend when I wanted to discuss old times and my new hopes and dreams. He had been absolutely perfect during my period of mourning and laying my sister to rest in my day-to-day life as well as in my thoughts. We had spent many happy hours making love and just loving each other.
I rolled over to my side and noticed Thorn was still asleep. It was very early, but my stomach was growling so I went down to the kitchen. I noticed Mrs Hurst there baking some bread.
“Good Morning Mrs Hurst”
She turned and smiled at me “Good
