Chapter 53: Aftermath

*Rosie Fay-Donovan*

Archie drove us both to one of our hotels after all the men headed home and the police were finally gone. I was too exhausted to think about the next steps and everything we had to handle the following day. I knew he’d have to organize the funeral and everything, and I felt sorry for Archie to have to deal with all of this by himself.

If I was suffering, I could only imagine how he must’ve been feeling.

I wasn't ready to go back to that house, no matter how hard I thought about it. I wouldn’t sell it—not yet—but for now, we’d have to find another place to live.

“What do you think about living in Manhattan for a while?” I asked Archie as we stepped inside the presidential suite of the hotel where we’d be spending the night.

“What do you mean?” he asked with a frown. I knew he was distracted, probably thinking about everything that had happened, but I wanted to help him take his mind off things for a bit.