Leila stands quietly in the trailer, hands at her sides, not making a sound, watching her kidnapper trying to catch his breath between sobs at the card table. Her eyes dart around, wondering where he put the g*n.
Finally, John looks up. “Di … didn’t mean to shoot her.”
Don’t move a muscle. Choosing her words meticulously, Leila says quietly, “What happened, John?” Calling him by name helps.
Don’t move a muscle.Calling him by name helps.He seems to be gathering himself together, wiping his nose on a paper towel lying on the table. “g*n went off. Didn’t know it was loaded. She swore to me it wasn’t loaded.”
“You just wanted to scare Regina,” Leila says quietly.
He stares at her for the longest time. Eventually, he mumbles, “Showin’ off for that Felicity like the i***t I am.”
What do I
