Rose has been missing for a year, just went out one day and never came home. For twelve long, terrifying months, Jackie’s been living every mother’s worst nightmare. She has no idea whether her daughter’s out there somewhere, alive, or buried in a shallow grave.
When Rose shows up on the doorstep, casual as you please, like she just popped out to the shops, Jackie’s torn between gratitude at having her back, and anger over the months of worry she’s been put though.
The anger takes precedence at first, but in the end she’s just grateful that Rose is alright.