Frida
After work, I pull Rose aside.
“What’s going on? Are we about to share a secret?” Rose winks.
I take a deep breath, trying to figure out how to start. “I wanted to ask you about Molly,” I say. “I know that she and Stanley were together, and I thought that you might know something more about her.”
Rose’s face clouds for a moment, and I can feel her own heart sinking. “I’m sorry,” Rose says softly. “I knew of Molly, of course, but… I don’t really know what happened to her.”
“Oh.” I bite my lip. “Did you meet her?”
“Once,” Rose says, shaking her head. “Stan didn’t date her long. And after she died, he didn’t want to talk about her much.”
“Do you… do you think he’ll ever be willing to talk about it?” I ask. I feel bad for Stanley and I care about him. I want him to open up to me m
