ROSIE

I’d been sending messages whenever I could through my shift and tried to call Mum on my break, but my call went to voicemail and my messages showed as unread.

I raced back home as soon as I could, praying I’d intercept her, but it was too late. Our apartment door was unlocked, and Mum was already inside, devastated. She had tears rolling down her cheeks, breaths hitching as she sat next to Trisha on the sofa, both of them with glasses of wine in their hands.

I dropped my bag and crouched by Mum’s side.

“Hey.”

“Julian doesn’t want me!”

My stomach lurched when I heard the pain...