With a confused reaction, I stood up and stepped closer to the television to confirm what I had seen. My fingers were trembling as I pointed the victims at the screen.
“Those dead bodies... they are the ones who harassed me before,” I muttered in between my heavy breaths before looking back at Florence. “This doesn't make sense, Flo. Why—Why did they die at the same time?”
Florence stared at the screen for a moment before shrugging. “They are rapists, they deserve extinction.”
I opened my mouth to differ but I was too inarticulate to form some words for my response. Florence said those words like it was normal for her to see deaths, and the fact that Lincoln's phone conversation last night kept etching in my mind didn't help me to quash my bewilderment at all.
Florence looked at me sol
