That it's Salem answering the door concerns her all the more, something cold settling in the pit of her stomach as she follows him through the house and down the hall to Sabrina's door, left ajar only enough for her to see a sliver of the miserable scene inside. Carefully, slowly, Rosie pushes it open.

"Oh, Sabrina," she breathes, looking down at the small, shattered thing Sabrina's been reduced to. Still careful, still slow, she goes to the side of the bed, then climbs up, curving herself around the other girl. "I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."