She was shaking her head, not even aware of doing so, not wanting to believe what Seamus was telling her. 'No, she...who would do that to Rosie?' she asked, her voice thick with emotion.
She clenched her jaw tightly, trying to keep her breathing steady. 'Oh God! This can't...Rosie was the sweetest person, she helped so many...' She'd helped her. When she had no where to turn and stole for a living, Rosie had saved her. Had she ever really thanked her for that?
She closed her eyes, then opened them again, looking at Seamus and at once feeling guilt for not being more sympathetic. 'She's really dead?' she asked instead, tears welling up in her own eyes. Merlin how were the children going to handle this?