Dad was downstairs with Rose while the three of us remained in the living room. Mum was clearly upset, while Fiona looked shifty.
Abruptly, she stood up. “Just nipping to the bathroom,” she said, and left the room.
Mum grabbed my hand and squeezed. “I don't like this Rose character,” she said, “She's not like Raven.”
“She's here to help, mum,” I tried to reassure her.
“No” she hissed in reply, “Raven came to help. To her, it's something different. She thinks we're part of the problem. I don't trust her, not at all.”
