"Here."
Practically clinging to the walls of a ice cream shop, I give Ben a grateful glance as he hands me my cone.
"Are you okay? I would bring you home but Samuel might stab me for making you cry."
I chuckle at that but nod. "I was just taken by surprise." I murmur and he nods.
"I get it."
"What a terrible person. Why- how is he not in jail?"
"Quinton killed himself before the trial. Other than that there was nothing holding Duncan to the crime. No evidence, no link. Even if they used Samuel, who Quinton told. . . That would just be word of mouth with nothing to back it up."
"That is so sad."
"It is. Quinton despite his depression, wanted to go to trial, maybe it just got to him because it kept being pushed back." I stay silent, mostly because I didn't know what else to say.
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