Meanwhile, Anna stepped out of Roseline's room just as the nurse entered to tend to her wounds. She exchanged a brief, knowing look with her mother before closing the door behind her.
Whatever Roseline was hiding… Anna wasn't letting it go anymore.
Her mother had too many secrets, and for the first time, Anna realized how little she truly knew about the woman she'd always thought she understood. Roseline had always been an open book—or so Anna believed. But today, she felt like she was staring at pages written in a language she couldn't decipher.
Anna's gaze swept the hallway.
No sign of Kathrine.Nothing.
'Where did she go?' she wondered.
A muscle ticked in her jaw. She pulled out her phone and dialed Shawn.
He picked up on the second ring—but his voice was barely a whisper.
"Shawn? Why are you talking so slowly? Are you—" Anna paused, brows knitting tighter as she listened to the faint background noise on the line. It sounded muffled… cautious.
