Carlos's mouth widened as he took in the scene before him, he never expected that. At some point he hea now believing that Rosemary was mentally unstable which made him more worried.
"Rosemary," he thought, his mind racing. "What's wrong with her?" His heart sank deeper as he noted the slight tremor in her hands and the way she seemed to flinch at the pan . "Did she get amnesia again?" Such thoughts gnawed at the corners of his mind.
He glanced over at her again, and though she wore a soft smile, it didn't reach her eyes. She tilted her head. "What happened yesterday at the party? Was it good?"
Carlos felt a pang of sadness for her, the mystery that lay heavy in the air like the fog that curled around their feet. The
