Wordle #1008 - RISEN
I pause. I had been banking on cornering Bree somewhere private, like her home.
I’d even imagined dramatically revealing details of the crime in situ: pointing accusatorily at the torn-up flooring, throwing open the guest bathroom door like a magician unveiling a woman cut in half. You know, really go full Hercule Poirot.
“Cece, are you still there? Hello?”
My eagerness to confront Bree had steadily risen before I’d called her, but now it’s deflating faster than an underfed sourdough starter.
“Yeah, I’m here. Sure, Dolores Park is fine,” I give in, unable to come up with a good reason to refuse.
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