Wordle #1029 – STEEL
“Cece, please, I’m begging you.” Bree’s tone changes again, from pouty to absolutely bereft. A fresh tear runs delicately down her cheek to the point of her chin, trembling there as she speaks. “I swear it was an accident. You believe me, don’t you?”
“It doesn’t matter what I believe.” I try to steel my voice, but Bree’s pathetic, doe-eyed expression makes me soften what I say next. “But if it really was an accident, you could plead guilty to a lesser charge, like involuntary manslaughter. You might only get a couple of years…”
I’d meant to console her, really, but my words don’t have the desired effect.
Bree simply stares at me for a moment, her mouth open, then bursts into loud, blubbering tears, like a toddler coming to the delayed realization that they should cry after taking a tumble.
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