The woman crammed into the sack was scared out of her wits. She yearned to beg for mercy but feared that her aunt and uncle would recognize her voice. She knew the horrible things she had done to Rosemary, and if her cruelty was uncovered, she might lose their affection—just like her brothers. Or worse, they might despise her.
"Alright, calm down now, don't get yourself all worked up," Bard soothed as he rubbed her shoulders.
"Where's Rose?"
"I told her to head back first."
"Does she know you're here?"
"I told her."
Bard gently caressed his wife's face. "Look how upset my sweetheart is."
Eunice couldn't help but chuckle at his antics.
With a doting tone, Bard asked, "Did you find anything you liked shopping today?"
"Oh yes, the new season's collection is rather fetching."
"And what did you get for Rose?"
"Clothes, shoes, handbags, a bit of everything. I'll take her out for some jewelry another day."
"How come you didn't use my credit card?"
