Wordle #1005 - LINGO
We both pause for a moment, Austin with his hand on the door, me glaring stubbornly from the sidewalk, neither of us wanting to give ground to the other. Austin breaks first.
“Namaste,” he says with barely concealed rage and slams the door in my face. Funny, I’ve never heard yoga lingo sound so much like “fuck you.”
I stop the recording app and return it to my bag as I walk away down the street. As soon as I round a corner, I snatch off the wig and vow to burn it at Bree’s next Ocean Beach bonfire night… which I probably won’t be attending, regardless of whether or not Austin outs me to Bree.
I couldn’t help but notice that he never denied his involvement with Bree, or with the murder. He didn’t outright confess though, either. Not that I had really expected him to, but I had hoped.
Still, I smile to myself as I make my way toward the bus stop. Austin’s reaction—his surprise and naked anger—is confession enough for me.
And maybe, it’ll be just enough leverage to get Bree to confess.
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