It doesn't take long before his mind flashes back to her explanation of how she'd died though. Like a phoenix - and phoenixes are reborn. He thinks about that, how it would make sense, despite how incredible it sounds, when he looks at her and silently changes position, once again sitting cross-legged, but this time against the counter behind him.
He's not going to ask about that. Not yet. And he's not going to ask about Cheryl yet, either: what's making its way to the forefront of his mind is perhaps more simple.
"Why did she kill him?"
If they were so close, that's the one thing that's not clear to him. (Unless she's been missing for a few days and came back wrong. But he hopes that isn't it.)
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It doesn't take long before his mind flashes back to her explanation of how she'd died though. Like a phoenix - and phoenixes are reborn. He thinks about that, how it would make sense, despite how incredible it sounds, when he looks at her and silently changes position, once again sitting cross-legged, but this time against the counter behind him.
He's not going to ask about that. Not yet. And he's not going to ask about Cheryl yet, either: what's making its way to the forefront of his mind is perhaps more simple.
"Why did she kill him?"
If they were so close, that's the one thing that's not clear to him. (Unless she's been missing for a few days and came back wrong. But he hopes that isn't it.)