Dad turned to me, his eyes wide in disbelief and puzzlement.
I turned my gaze away from him.
"Rosie..." he called. "Is this true?"
My lips quivered.
"Rosalina," he called again, this time walking up to me.
"I love him, Dad," I whispered.
He froze.
Mum scoffed loudly.
"Like she knows anything about that."
"Calm down, Denise," Dad chastised.
He...