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‘Laura? Laura?’
Laura opened her eyes to see Stella’s face close to hers. Her head was cold, and she reached up to feel a wet towel across her forehead, a dull ache knocking behind her eyes.
‘Ah, there you are. You fainted, love. You’re okay,’ Stella said, adjusting the knitted throw across Laura’s chest. Laura’s eyes began to focus, and she remembered she was in Stella’s living room, lying on the couch. She could hear a few hushed voices in the room. And then she remembered what Gemma had said.
‘I didn’t kill Ryan!’ Laura said, sitting up, panic thickening her throat.
‘Shh. I know. I know. Of course you didn’t. It was an accident. A tragic accident.’ Stella gently eased her back down.
‘But it wasn’t an accident. He, he killed himself. I read his journal. Gemma read part of it too
