Rose was making small conversations with the husband hoping to find the perfect opportunity to do some digging when she noticed how the wife gave Rose strange looks. When the woman came over and handed over the coffee cup, it felt like she couldn’t hold herself in before she spoke up.
“Is everything… alright in that house?” The woman asked, her eyebrows furrowing in a mixture of concern and curiosity. Rose stiffened but masked it with a faint smile. “Why do you ask?” she said evenly, not revealing the pounding in her chest.