Wordle by Wordle: Day 53
Thursday, Feb 22, 2024
Wordle #978 - HEAVY
My commute home on BART is spent going over all the things I could have done differently, or better.
Not just today, not just when Roy went missing, but as far back as when Roy and Bree started dating.
Because, now, I’m convinced: Bree is responsible for Roy’s death.
Maybe I could’ve caught Bree in a lie, or spotted a drop of blood on the floor, or warned Roy away from dating Bree in the first place, or even flouted that “forever hold your peace” nonsense at their wedding.
Over and over again, these hypothetical scenes replay in my head, like a looping gif that’s impossible to scroll past.
But I don’t just feel regretful. No—I’m angry. At Bree, of course, but also with myself. Especially with myself.
Why didn’t I see it before? Am I literally the worst private investigator to ever exist?
No, I was just being a good friend, giving Bree the benefit of the doubt.
Yes, that’s it—I was inured to Bree’s strange behavior after decades of an equally strange friendship. As blind as a cavefish to the inconceivability of my best friend being a cold-blooded murderer…
Bree’s ears must be itching, because my phone chimes with a new message from her. I let out a heavy sigh, not keen to hear any more of her excuses, but I pull up the text anyway. The screen sways in my hand as the train rounds a corner.
Im sorry 😢 call me tomorrow k?
I’m sorry too, I text back.
She’s only sorry that I’m onto her.
Well, I’m not sorry either. I’m going to prove that Bree murdered Roy.
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