An Old Friend

[Rosalie’s POV]

I stare on, watching as Annemarie gets into the car in front of me. While she moves, she doesn’t dare look at me, and I’m not sure if it is because she truly doesn’t remember me or if it’s because of the man with her. Even if they were trying to come across as a loving couple, it was clear there was a power dynamic between the two.

Frowning, I feel the sudden urge to kidnap Annemarie from that car, but before I can actually act, it begins to move, taking Annemarie away while I stay in place, being utterly useless.

“Rosalie!” Gil calls as I continue to watch the disappearing car. “What are you doing?”

“I thought I saw someone I knew.” I explain, fighting with whether or not it was actually Annemarie. “But I was mistaken.”

“That’s too bad.” Gil murmurs, clapping my shoulder. “If that’s the case, then you should just forget about it.”

Forget about it. That was easier said than done, especially given the circumstances surrounding Annemarie. Well, at least, the ones that we