"He's never... talked to me like that," Sabrina admits, in a small, dull voice. "I didn't think he had a mean bone in his body, honestly." She's hardly aware of the slow, steady course that the tears make down her cheeks, vaguely feeling them as they find their way along her neck and collarbone before finding the bed.

"He-- he didn't say anything to you?"

Slowly, feeling as if her limbs are full of wet sand, she turns to Rosie, her eyes huge and dark and swollen.