Rosie doesn't say anything at first, knowing the struggle Sabrina's going through, sensing it in every shaking breath. She'd gone through it herself, not long at all ago--even now, there's still a dull sort of ache deep within her, the last traces of the hurt David had caused her before she'd run sobbing from his house. That had been bad, but this? This is so much worse. This is Nick, the boy Sabrina had loved and lost, and been determined to go to Hell for the sake of.

Rosie never would have done half of that for David, even before she'd learned what she did about him.

When Sabrina laces their fingers together, when her hands curl around Rosie's arms, she moves just slightly, just enough to hold her friend a little more tightly. "I wish I knew," she says, her voice just as soft as Sabrina's. "I'm so sorry, I wish I knew."