Wordle by Wordle: Day 202
Saturday, July 20, 2024
Wordle #1127 – SHAFT
Bree gives me the coldest look I’ve ever seen. Her glare chills me like a shaft of ice straight through the heart, but I don’t break eye contact. She looks away first, redirecting her ire toward Stevie.
“I never agreed to this,” Bree says with frosty disdain before quickly switching over to damsel-in-distress mode. “I-I can’t believe that you would ambush me like this—t-that you would put me in the same room with my husband’s murderer!”
As much as she protests, Bree only feints at leaving, momentarily standing up from her seat before falling back into the chair, like she’s gone weak in the knees.
“She’s totally violating the conditions of her release!” Bree says, slightly out of breath, jabbing an accusatory, perfectly manicured finger at me.
She’s not wrong. I’m taking a huge risk by being here, but I have no other choice.
Tens of thousands of viewers are watching this livestream. It’s only a matter of time before the police find out and show up to arrest me for breaking the terms of my bail.
But then again, that’s kind of the whole point—to have as many people as possible witness Bree’s on-air confession. I hope…
“She’s not allowed to be anywhere near me. Who knows what she might do—"
“I’m not going to hurt anyone. You know that,” I say calmly and directly to Bree, my meaning clear.
Stevie, not at all ruffled by Bree’s histrionics, mouths for me to “Sit down!” and points at the empty chair. She must not think I’m going to hurt anyone, either. Imagine the lawsuit.
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