The door swings open, and it's Salem who greets Rosie with a cacophony of noise, managing to sound both affronted and deeply upset as he trots off toward Sabrina's room-- most likely announcing her arrival.

Sabrina's on the bed, on top of her bedclothes, back to the door and curled up as tightly as she can manage. None of it makes sense; it's so wrong, and so against every talk they've had, every kiss and embrace.

She wants to cry, or to scream, but she feels frozen. She can't even make herself turn around to face Rosie, just sucks in a shaky breath.