C304 It wasn't a lie

“You’ve been back two days and he hasn’t told you?” She asked.

“No, we haven’t talked a whole lot.”

“Oh,” she said, her nose wrinkled. “Gross.”

“No, that’s not what I meant.” Her face is red and blotchy.

“I don’t know why I’m surprised. I should know better. He killed Trent,” she choked on his name and fresh tears began to run down her cheeks.

“What?” I asked, breathless.

“He killed Trent