Wordle by Wordle: Day 105
Sunday, April 14, 2024
Wordle #1030 – BLIMP
Her weeping continues for a good minute—I can’t make out much except for “I didn’t mean to” and “this can’t be happening” between her hiccupping sobs.
As I exit off the highway and onto the street leading to my apartment, Bree wrangles some tissues out of her pocket and blows her nose loudly. She seems to have calmed down somewhat, but a few more tears slip from the corners of her eyes, as shiny and plump as tiny blimps.
I pull into my apartment complex and park Bree’s Tesla under an old sodium streetlight, washing the car in its warm orange glow. I’ve heard about as much as I can stand, so I undo my seatbelt and reach for the button on the door handle.
“Cecilia, wait…” Bree stops me with a gentle touch to my elbow, her other hand still clutching the wad of crumpled tissues. “I am so, so sorry for what I’ve done.”
Lola whines in sympathy.
“If I could undo everything, if I could take it all back, I would—in a heartbeat.” Bree grabs onto me more desperately, and I can’t help but believe her remorse. “If I could, I would even trade my life for Roy’s.”
This, I believe about as much as I believe in the Mothman.
“But I can’t do that… I can’t bring him back, no matter how badly I want to. And turning me in won’t bring him back, either.”
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