Temperance

𝑂𝑅𝑇𝐻𝑂𝑃𝐸𝐷𝐼𝐶

𝑆ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠... 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑣𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑐 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡．
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CHAPTER EIGHT
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Empty bottles of vodka surround my room.

Smoke fills my lungs.

Lying up against my headboard thoughts drowning my mind.

Philomena

Philomena the woman I'm supposed to gather information on.

The women that could be my enemy.

I believed she was until I got to see for myself.

The woman that's innocent, sweet, to harmless for her good.

Maybe he described the wrong girl.

Or maybe I'm being too naive.

Apart from me hope I'm right about her... the other part hopes not.

Maybe I should've just killed her right then and there end it all. But what's the fun in that if she's the enemy?

The angel has horns underneath her halo.

I take another hit of my cigarette.

If Elizabeth would've seen me now, she wouldn't stop yelling.

Elizabeth

This is for you sweetheart.

For both of you.

Why am I feeling this way about Philomena?

I put out the cigarette and grab Philomena's file.

Pictures of her fill them, her walking to work, planting flowers in her garden, her in her room painting.

We've been watching her for 1 month now.

Nothing reckless yet.

I'm starting to believe she's just up in a mess that she knows nothing about.

I don't know why I'm feeling this way about her... it's just a feeling.