Daisy returned and joined me for a cup of tea herself, her huge, gray eyes wide when I filled her in on what happened all day. She shook her head in horror, hand over her mouth, when I told her about Mom and grasped my wrist when I was done, tears standing in her gaze.

"Fee, I'm so sorry." Her voice trembled when she spoke. "I got a call from Rose late last night. I had to drive to Montpelier to help her." She flushed as I frowned at her.

"Rose?" I had ...