Rose’s POV
Nick is sitting on my couch.
“Nick?! What the heck are you doing here?” I ask.
“Waiting for you.”
“In the dark? Wasn’t my door locked?” I have so many questions. Also, how long was he waiting for me?
“I came in through the back.” He adds. Something in the way he’s talking doesn’t seem right.
“Nick what is going on?” I ask. He stands up from the couch. It looks like he may have been crying. He must still be mourning Frank’s passing.
“I never told you, but I uh, I’m sorry for your loss.” I say.
“Thank you.” Nick replies.
“And, I want you to know I had nothing to do with that, and I didn’t even know they were-“ He cuts me off.
“I know you didn’t Rose. It was that-“ He stops himself from continuing. But I can tell he’s pissed thinking about it.
“Is that why your her
