She didn’t get as far as the tables. Rosie wheeled toward her, waving in an urgent fashion that had Charlotte weaving through people to reach her near the fountain.
“There’s been another…” Rosie lowered her voice, glancing around. “Another break-in. Another tree gone. My neighbour. Arrived home from work ready to begin preparing for tomorrow’s lunch with their relatives and the back door was wide open.”
Rosie stopped to draw breath and Charlotte squeezed her arm, squatting at her side to keep the conversation private. A few people glanced their way. “And the tree was gone?”
“Yes. Tree, and this time something else was taken. They’re expecting their first grandchild and had a highchair set up ready to give them.”
“Oh, no.”
“Oh, yes. So specific.” Rosie gazed at the Forests, who were si
