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Adrien was gone when I woke the next morning. Gone from the study, and gone from the house. Remmy said he’d left during the night, probably shortly after I fell asleep, by the sound of it. The only instruction he left was that I was not to leave the house for any reason. We were back where we started. I went to my room and burrowed under the covers.
Being awake only brought more images of the dead man and made me relive the events leading to his death. I dissected every possible angle, every thought, every feeling, to figure out if I’d had any other choice. My justifications had been swinging between ‘the asshole had to die’ to ‘how could I have done that’. Still, there were a thousand other scenarios that didn’t end in death.
Elan and Remmy came in at various times during the day, a
