“Whose is it?” Elsa demanded, her arms crossed as she edged closer to Rosie. The managerial iciness that had earned the nickname, the Ice Queen, was back in full force in Elsa’s voice. I had to smile a little as I watched Rosie turn to her. For a brief moment, things felt familiar, even though we were as far removed from our previous environment as we could possibly be. Everyone turned to Rosie within the next few moments, and she quailed a little under the weight of the gazes on her.
“I think it’s Felicia’s,” Rosie replied, her voice rising at the end of her sentence. She’s unsure of it, then? What if she’s wrong? I thought. “I think I remember seeing it on Felicia.”
“Felicia? Do you mean Felicia Fletcher?” Claire cut in, her brows furrowed. “She was with us at first. Felicia was alread
