6:37 pm
6:37 pm6:37 pmRoderick was still on the couch, doing his damnedest to focus on the moment. Austin, still on the edge of the coffee table, looked past him. Maybe she was staring into the kitchen, or to a point a thousand miles beyond; he wasn’t sure. After a few moments, she spoke in a soft, contrite voice that Roderick struggled to hear.
Roderick was still on “Since we’re confessing—at least to a degree, I suppose—there is something I need to tell you.”
youFrom the moment she’d handed him the baggie, Roderick had been expecting—mostly dreading, this conversation. “It’s about the pills, isn’t it?” He really didn’t want to know what she’d done to get them. What she’d had to do. He’d already conjured up dark scenarios about the exchange. Roderick came to a quick decision. Whatever
