Mica unconsciously lifted her hands to cover her lips, frightened by what she had just seen, "Ned," she muttered, crawling towards him.
"Ned," she called out his name again and shook his legs a little but, with no response, she quickly moved away from his body, sitting heavily on the floor a few inches away from Ned, her gaze still on him.
"What have I done?" She muttered, lifting her hands which trembled a little and turned her gaze on them. She didn't have the intention of killing him, she just wanted to steal the recordings, she said inwardly, clapping her trembling hands together and staring back at Ned's body.
How is she going to clean this up and who will she put the blame on this time? She asked inwardly, this time wrapping her arms around her knees, to try and stop herself fro
