Wordle #1149 – SCONE
“No, I…” Bree shakes her head dazedly, looking somewhere into the middle distance. “I didn’t say that.”
My mouth is still drier than a day-old scone, but I need to say something to push back against Bree. Fortunately, Kaitlyn steps in as I pick up the drinking glass from the side table and take a shaky sip of water.
“Then how do you explain what we all heard just now?” Kaitlyn presses. Even Virginia is starting to eye Bree with suspicion.
“Look, I don’t know how she did it, but Cece must have faked it somehow,” Bree insists. She’s suddenly renewed, refocused on maintaining her innocence, and she appeals to Kaitlyn and Virginia with glistening puppy-dog eyes. “I swear that’s not my voice! I didn’t say those things!”
“But you did say those things, Bree. Every word of it,” I say, a little too sweatily, too defensively. “All you do is lie, and lie, and lie. Even when you confessed, you still weren’t telling the whole truth.”
“What are you talking about?” Bree rounds on me, both infuriated and afraid of what I might say next.
“You didn’t push Roy in the heat of the moment. It wasn’t an accident. You killed Roy on purpose.”
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