Heather didn't expect to hear everything. The people here-- almost all of them-- all had stories too big for one conversation. God knew SHE did, too. Besides, friendly relationship aside, he didn't know her too well and Heather saw that as reason enough that she wasn't quite worthy of being told much. A life story wasn't something you entrusted to random acquaintances.

"... I'm sorry."

She said this mainly because he didn't sound too happy about it.

"Sounds like you've had a rough time of it."


She was being... er, WEIRDLY ACCEPTING of a confessed killer. Maybe that said something about her.

Or maybe it said something about the kind of story she had.