Rosie sat by herself in her favorite armchair by the fire with an unopened book in her lap.
She had hoped he would grow to like her. Instead, he had burst in talking about bills and people visiting her when he had never shown any interest in what she had planned. He never asked her how she would staff the house. She had tried to keep him informed about the modifications.
Rosie took a sip of her port, feeling the warmth spread through her body. She had been dreading this conversation since they sat down in the library, but she knew it was necessary.