He doesn't address anything she's said, and for a moment she's hurt by that. That hurt quickly brings on tears, which she refuses to let fall because she's stubborn and knows he doesn't mean anything by it. She bites into her sandwich and starts eating, not looking his way when he brings her the milk. And shamefully, she actually starts crying while she sits there refusing to look at him.
She swallows the lump that's in her throat and takes a drink before nodding in response. "Thank you."
There's no real reason why she should be crying. She doesn't know why she is. Maybe it's the emotion from the ordeal she's just been through finally coming out. She blames it on that as she wipes at her eyes and stares down at the remains of her sandwich on her plate.
"Did you kill them?" she finally asks, emotion thick in her voice. she doesn't specify who she means. she knows that he'll know exactly who she's referring to.
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She swallows the lump that's in her throat and takes a drink before nodding in response. "Thank you."
There's no real reason why she should be crying. She doesn't know why she is. Maybe it's the emotion from the ordeal she's just been through finally coming out. She blames it on that as she wipes at her eyes and stares down at the remains of her sandwich on her plate.
"Did you kill them?" she finally asks, emotion thick in her voice. she doesn't specify who she means. she knows that he'll know exactly who she's referring to.