Melissa exhaled. She didn't even know if she wanted to go forward at this point. Beatrice looked at her. "Go on," she edged her.
"Let us just do this meeting first, afterward you can keep flipping the books" she replied.
"You still haven't made your peace with them?" Beatrice asked.
"No. Not that. It is just, this shows they knew they were going to die. It feels like they wanted to," Melissa said at last. The thought had been weighing her down since she started finding clues.
"It seems so, why is that making you afraid?"she asked.
"It is not…" she screamed and then looked at her. She paused and just stopped talking.
Beatrice moved towards her. "Bottling it won't ease your pain. Say it. How is it making you feel," she pestered her.
"Angry!" She screamed. "Insanely mad. How cou
