Delilah || Part 2 We went to the police about Rose, but they didn't take us seriously. They said it was suicide, that the knife was found in her own hand. But it was in her right hand. Rose was left handed, like me. We're both quite ambidextrous, at least Rose was and I am, but it was a swift cut, not like someone with their shaky, unused hand. I couldn't picture Rose wasting her last moments transferring the knife from one hand to another. It didn't make sense. Since Rose died, nothing did.