How can it be so cold? She doesn't remember feeling like this when they'd lost Nick; she'd been hot, boiling over with rage. Now the cold sinks into her and she ends up sitting up just enough wrangle the bedclothes up over them, over their heads.

What will she feel like if Rosie goes?

Sabrina snaps the question shut so hard it wracks her body. That's the last place she can allow her mind to go, even a little bit.

"It should be apologizing to us, even if it won't," she whispers, lifting her icy fingertips to Rosie's face, tracing each dear feature. "Will you stay here for a while? I mean, days, not just hours." The idea of being apart in any capacity terrifies her, and she's not sure when that will stop.