"In the bathroom," he called out as he heard her voice getting closer, still trying to ignore the panic that was settling in on him.
His eyes darted around the bathroom as he tried to make sense of things, still refusing to admit to himself that Rosie was actually dead. Never mind the fact that she was in front of him.
He looked up from his perch on the toilet when Susan came into the bathroom, trying not to process what the look on her face meant. Avoidance was key. Rosie wasn't dead.