She’d killed him. She’d killed him, and he was dead. They’d gotten rid of his body, which meant he couldn’t hurt her or her family anymore. That was all she could process before she heard her name. Looked up to see Raphael staring at her. His mask had dropped, and she couldn’t comprehend how many emotions were flitting across his face. He’d just witnessed that with her, lived through it, had to have felt Walter’s hands around his own neck like she did. Wind whistled down her throat as she struggled for more air. Her eyes stung, burning hot and her vision blurred. A sob stumbled out of her, and the fatigue finally caught up with her.

She shook her head silently before allowing herself to sink down to the floor. Her hands came up to cover her face. Another sob.

“I’ll be alright.” She said, feeling very much the opposite. Nothing would ever be alright again. The grave her father had dug for her family had just gotten deeper. She’d convinced herself that this was going to be the end of it. Hoped that it would be the end of it, but it wasn’t. There was more to do, more for her to try and uncover.

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