Wordle #1080 – STARK
I don’t laugh with him.
Not because of the gravity of the situation, but because—unbelievably—my first instinct is to stand up for Bree. I guess it will take more than a few days to untrain myself, especially after more than two decades of friendship.
If only it were as easy as unfriending her on Facebook…
“So, what makes you so sure I’m not the killer, anyway?” I snark, attempting to match Kevin’s mood, and to distract myself from my clusterfuck of a friendship.
“You? Are you kidding?” Kevin laughs even harder. “You wouldn’t even let me step on a cockroach that one time, remember?”
I don’t remember, actually, but it sounds like something I would do.
“Well, thanks, for believing in me,” I say, honestly a little touched. “Hey, you could be my character witness!”
“Yeah right,” Kevin snorts. He shakes his head to himself, then falls quiet.
I should be relieved that he’s paying more attention to the road than to chatting, but the stark silence makes me uneasy. The last thing I want right now is time alone with my thoughts—thoughts about the court case, Palumbo, the evidence planted in my apartment, Bree, Palumbo again, prison…
“Mind if I put on some music?” I start tapping at the media display before Kevin can answer.
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