Rosalie followed her gaze as it pointed up, up towards the roof, up towards Daniel. And then she heard Margot's next words. Oh god, she knew. How--?
Vaughn?
Rosalie shot up and was across the kitchen before she'd even completed the thought, and even once she had registered the name, her brain didn't know what to do with it. The dots were present, but not quite connected in her head. "You can't be--"