Drew sat up in bed, flipping through a book. He looked relieved when Florentine entered, a sneaky grin in the corner of his mouth, that didn’t reach his red-rimmed eyes.
‘You know everything then?’ she asked, sitting on the edge of the bed and folding her hands in her lap. ‘I’m so sorry, Drew.’
He put the book down and looked away. ‘There’s nothing we could have done. That bloody Harry! Some mate he turned out to be, to Will anyway. Turned on him and bloody murdered him.’
‘We don’t know for sure it was him.’
Drew folded his arms across his chest. ‘He was there. He could have stopped it and didn’t so he’s responsible as much as anyone else. More so. Coz they were friends.’
Florentine rubbed his arm. ‘He’s already paying the price for what he did, Drew. Will’s dad is seeing to that.’
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