Roselia could see the desperation on Ronald's face. His hands trembled and his smile grew strained with each passing second. He had hoped they could go back to the way they were before she was convicted for a heartless crime. She could never look at him the same, not when blood had been splattered onto her hands, and she had fallen this low.
"I'm sorry," Roselia admitted. "I can't stay for long."
Ronald nodded in understanding. "Well, that is fine. You can stay however long you wish—"
"I only needed space from my husband to investigate something," Roselia said, sliding her fingers together in front of her. She didn't have time to waste. The longer she dwelled, the more Cruden would overanalyze her actions.
