Chapter 3 - The Ghost Of Rosalind Falcone Returns
Elias stood up slowly, looking down at the empty rose beds where Rosalind used to spend her peaceful mornings.
The white roses that had survived the winter frost seemed to glow faintly under the flashes of distant lightning.
“Why did you call her Rosie?” Elias asked, turning his dark eyes back toward the exhausted young mother.
Adeline swallowed hard, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to catch her breath after the ordeal.
“Because... because Mrs. Falcone’s memory is the only safe harbor left in this cursed town,” Adeline murmured.
Elias flinched as if struck by a physical blow, his mind flashing back to the day Rosalind was buried.
He had closed his heart, locked the greenhouse doors, and sworn to let the past die beneath the winter snow.
Yet here, amidst the wreckage of a forgotten garden, a baby named Rosie had just shattered his frozen walls.
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Bernadette glanced between them, her sharp eyes registering the unspoken history hanging heavily in the humid air.
“We can’t keep them out here on the cold floor all night, Elias,” Bernadette stated with stern authority.
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