“We’re here to help you, though,” Silas protested. “Three heads are better than one.” By all means, he was correct. Rosalind should have taken her coat off, sat back down, and put her raw, vulnerable thoughts onto the table so that Phoebe and Silas could help her pick them apart. Then she could find their best way forward, be a good friend. But she was clearly made to be an actively derailing train wreck instead, because Rosalind only gave them a tight smile and said, “No, I mean it. I need to take a walk. Stay here and finish your drinks. I’ll be perfectly fine.”
