“It was me.”
She stood up and spoke even louder, “it was me, I did it, it was me”.
But how could it have been her, thought 27. He was there, he saw the whole thing. It’s not possible. How could she possibly have done it? He remembered it all, every time he closed his eyes, he was there again.
Running towards the chateau, blood trailing behind him in the dead of night, with darkness all around him except for the light from the attic window. He could hear the screams catching up to him. With shaking, weak legs, he fell over the….
“I can explain” she interrupted.
All the Evens got up to leave, they knew that this was Odds business, they knew that 32 was right. She always was when it came to the Odds. She had told them from the very first day that Odds could not be trusted.
“I can explain”, 15 continued.
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