Frida

After work, I pull Rose aside.

“What’s going on? Are we about to share a secret?” Rose winks.

I take a deep breath, trying to figure out how to start. “I wanted to ask you about Molly,” I say. “I know that she and Stanley were together, and I thought that you might know something more about her.”

Rose’s face clouds for a moment, and I can feel her own heart sinking. “I’m sorry,” Rose says softly. “I knew of Molly, of course, but… I don’t really know what ...