{{{ @stvrfallen }}}
Stopping at the front of the house, Rosemary bit her cherry red lip nervously. Was she even at the right house? They had said there would be a light blue car out the front, but there wasn’t a car in sight...she then saw a bicycle the same colour leaned up against the fence and remembered that was mentioned too. Adjusting her handbag on her arm, she opened the white gate and stepped into the garden, closing it behind herself and slowly making her way up to the door, admiring the amount of work that had gone into the front garden and the beautiful flowers right at the front of the house.
She stopped in front of the door and raised her hand to knock, but hesitated. Did she really want to do this? He had been doing just fine without her, had clearly made an amazing life for himself, what if having her in his life ended up tearing that down all because of Pierre wanting to make him as miserable as he could? There was no way her husband wouldn’t find out about this, he wouldn’t be happy, and Ezra and that poor girl would have to suffer the consequences...no. She had to do this, she had waited for long enough, Ezra had gone long enough without a mother, without a family, and she had to make sure the little girl her husband so brutally tortured was okay. She was done with Pierre hurting these children, it was her job to protect them, like a mother should.
She closed her eyes for a second, took a deep breath and knocked.
