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The florescent light over Stella’s kitchen table flickered. After Tom, Rachel, and Shea had left, Stella insisted Laura stay and had promptly sat her down at the kitchen table with a bowl of leftover spaghetti. ‘You need to eat, Laura. I know it’s all a shock, but you need to eat,’ she’d said. Laura sat pushing spaghetti around the bowl, her appetite nonexistent.
Despite all the revelations and regaining her memory, Laura felt surprisingly numb. Almost at peace.
‘I’m sorry I blurted it out before. Sometimes I don’t think before I speak.’ Laura looked up to see Gemma standing in the doorway, picking off the black polish on her fingernails.
‘It’s okay, Gem,’ Laura said. ‘I guess you helped me remember.’
‘I s’pose. I was just angry. I didn’t mean you killed him. Well, I thought that’s
