Don't think about it, Rosie.

Don't think about it—

Oh God.

Henry coughed subtly, that same smile at the corner of his lips.

I dropped my fork on the plate, loudly.

“Henry, is everything alright?” Mum's voice floated into my ears.

“Yes, yes…”

“Way to make me lose my appetite, Mum.” I murmured, clearing my side of the table.

A loud gasp came from the other end.

“Oh my God, please tell me Rosie wasn't there.”

“She… is…” Henry said, glancing at me as I headed to the kitchen. “Was… actually.”

“Henry.” Mum hissed.

“I'm sorry, Denise. I didn't know our conversation would go south—”

“The question is, how did...