[Her hand is gripping the doorknob so tightly it's a miracle she doesn't crush it as he speaks. Whatever she suspected he might say, this is not it. She stares at him and is really wishing that she'd insisted on having this conversation over the phone rather than in person as she can also feel her cheeks flushing with the embarrassment.
But she can't refute him, as that's precisely what she's been using him for. As he'd said, he knows her better than she wished he did. When she speaks her voice is taught like a string.]
And what brought this change on? Burning alive? [Because, yeah, she'd seen that particular network post.]
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But she can't refute him, as that's precisely what she's been using him for. As he'd said, he knows her better than she wished he did. When she speaks her voice is taught like a string.]
And what brought this change on? Burning alive? [Because, yeah, she'd seen that particular network post.]