Night had come fulfilling its habitual cycle. The sky freckled with glamorous stars, lighting the path. Silently trudging along, fearful for what she had done.
Escape! She’d taken what could never be hers. Regret filled her heart. “...Should’ve grabbed all possible bits of evidence,” she scolded herself. She walked on, increasing her pace.
“...At this very moment all hell could be breaking loose. Shit, fuck, shit,” she swore loudly knowing the cat would be out of the proverbial bag by now. Her brain screamed for her to make a run for it, but her every extremity became leaden.
She needed to turn back, to confess, she knew it with every beat of her heart. “...Confess to what, he deserved everything he got,” she spoke louder this time and then whispered a quick ‘Hail Mary’ while fingering her black Rosary with nervous tentative hands. She stroked her favourite piece of jewellery once more, admiring its colour. Black the most sinful colour, the nuns would be ashamed.
But she didn’t feel safe though...
So this is the Linzay no one knows....
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