Chapter 23
Rosalie sat down at the dining room table, barely avoiding rolling her eyes at the sight of the pale meatloaf and mashed potatoes – extra chunky style.
Her mom, Esme, was one of the best interior designers in the state, but she wasn't a cook.
Honestly, her dad was only marginally better at cooking, but at least his food didn't tend to feature a side of Montezuma's Revenge.
"How was your day at school?" Carlisle asked when he sat down at the head of the table.
Rosalie glanced toward her brother. She wasn't sure how to describe the disaster that had been the gossip surrounding Angela. It had become cacophonous before the end of the day, and she still wasn't sure how it had gotten so far out of control.
"Angela Weber was missing from school today, pulled out by her father after her mom killed her youngest siblings before taking her own life," Edward finally said.
"Well, that was one story going around in the school, anyway."
"Emmett confirmed that was what really happened at lunch."
"Unfortunately, sometimes mothers have a difficulty finding a balance after they give birth. There is an actual diagnosis for it, but it isn't always caught for any number of reasons," their dad said. "I heard about what happened as the bodies were taken to the morgue at the hospital, but I wasn't aware that the pastor had pulled his oldest out of school. It's probably for the best, though. At least until she comes to terms with it."
"Why would anyone do that?" Rosalie mumbled.
Carlisle opened his mouth, but Esme spoke first, "Discussing mental illness is not appropriate dinner conversation."
Rosalie glanced at supper again, grimacing.