'Not seeing a body might be a good thing. It leaves a little room for hope.'
The sky gradually darkened. Skylar Morrison pulled her from the riverbank. "It's getting late. Let's get something to eat. The bodyguards are still searching, so we need to replenish our energy."
Rosalind Lowell shook her head. "I'll wait here."
Just then, Elsa Ainsworth ran over. "Rosie, your phone is ringing."
Rosalind frantically snatched the phone, thinking it was Alaric. But when she saw it was Dexter, her heart sank.
'If only it were Alaric.'
But it was Dexter. She hesitated for a moment, then answered, her voice trembling, "Hello, Dad, I'm so sor—"
"Just come home for now, child."
Hearing Dexter Davenport's voice, all the emotions Rosalind had been suppressing suddenly surged to the surface.
Instead of blaming her, the first thing he did was ask her to come home.
She broke down, unable to form words. "Dad, I'm... I'm so... sorry..." she sobbed. "I don't... want to... go back..."
