Rosemary was a lost soul at sea.

There had been so much tragedy in such a short amount of time that she felt like she was suffering from vertigo. The world was spinning much too fast for her to keep up. There were too many happenings for her to keep track; too many for her mental state to understand and comprehend.

First it was Edd and Molly. At first her and Jack had held out hope that they might turn up somehow, somehow. Just because her children had been missing for more than a day didn't mean they wouldn't, and couldn't, be found! That was the mindset that the Waltens had adopted for all but a month. And when there were still no signs of her little children, she cracked. When they had a funeral with two empty caskets, she shattered.

Sophie and Jack. That was all she had left in the world, the restaurant never came close. Her family was the limelight of her life now and they came before everyone and everything. They'd managed for around three months. Three months was all that passed before Rosemary's heart was broken just after it had been pieced back together.

Jack went and followed the example set by Edd and Molly. He disappeared into thin air, and just like her children, there wasn't a single piece of actionable evidence. There wasn't any evidence at all in fact. And lo, all Rosemary had left was Sophie–her daughter who had been equally shattered into a thousand pieces.

Two days had passed since Jack's disappearance. Rosemary had taken it all upon herself to tack up missing posters across Brighton. Hell, maybe tomorrow she'd go to the county over to put some up there too. After one of her routine visits to the police station, she stumbled out. Eyes lidded and empty, Rosemary wandered over to a nearby bench.

Nobody was around to see how she broke down and wept right there.

Rosemary wouldn't have cared if there was.