“I'm sorry, but I don't think we have anything to talk about."

Brian reached for her arm again as he looked at her cold expression.

“Rosalynn, I understand your grief over Barlow's death, and I know why you were at that abandoned building last night. I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions about your relationship with Barlow. It's not that I doubted you. It's just—"

"Enough. You don't need to explain. Whatever you think doesn't concern me."

Rosalynn cut Brian off and shook off his hand once more.