Wordle by Wordle: Day 218
Thursday, Aug 15, 2024
Wordle #1153 – ACORN
She’s right again—it’s not possible.
Bree knows that she had hidden away the real Froufrou well before the police had investigated her home. But she can’t say that without revealing her guilt. And I can’t let her dwell on the details of when I could have possibly gotten my hands on Froufrou to collect forensic evidence, much less how I have her here with me today.
No, I can’t give Bree even an acorn’s breadth of space to think it over and call my bluff.
“You thought you’d cleaned up all the blood—from your floors, from Froufrou—but you didn’t. I have the evidence right here.”
“You’re lying!” Bree snarls. Then, somewhere between pleading and warning, “Cecilia, don’t do this…”
“You’ve done this to yourself.” I’ve said these words before. I flash back to when I first confronted Bree at the park, in her car, when she begged me not to turn her in. I can’t believe I hesitated. “You killed Roy and you never showed even an ounce of remorse. You cheated on him, and then you murdered him without a second thought.”
“N-no! I didn’t!” Frantic tears roll down Bree’s cheeks. Her face crumples, crumbles.
“Stop denying it, Bree! You confessed, we all heard it!” My heart thrashes in my chest.
“No, I—"
“All Roy ever did was love you, and you threw him away like he was nothing. Why?” A burning tear taps against my wrist and I realize that I’m crying, too. I realize there’s still one question left unanswered. “Why did you do it? You bashed Roy over the head and then you just left him there to die, because you hated him?”
“No, that’s not it at all! I loved him!"
“Then why, Bree? Why did you murder Roy?!—”
“Because he was still in love with you, you bitch!”
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