Rosemary's POV:
The three of us remained silent the entire drive home. From time to time I'd catch Richard throwing glances in my direction. I'm just thankful he chose to not say anything or ask me any questions. Not that he could tell my mood facets apart since we cut all contact around nine years ago, but he's always had an acute attention to detail, he can immediately tell when something's not right. In many ways, I take after him…
My gaze lands on the rear view mirror on the passenger's seat side very momentarily before I whisk it away when I make eye contact with Izzy. She's giving me the look…
The one I can always place but can never respond well to. She knows I am hiding something from her. She's not as perspicacious as Richard but she doesn't need to be with me. She knows me a thousand times better, and at this point I even worry she can read my mind.
