"We are as responsible for Rosalind's death. So, don't you dare back out now. We all have our secrets which is making us feel guilty. Own up to it and help me find who killed her."
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Valerie Hudson and Brianna Sawyer left their small town life and...
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I parked my car in Valerie's driveway and walked towards the door. I have been visiting her almost everyday to make sure she doesn't feel lonely or if she ever wants to talk about the incident.
The one thing she never did was reminisce that night ever again. As much as I wanted negative thoughts steer clear from her, she once told me that talking about a trauma or even venting about it was necessary. It portrayed the current mental state they were in.
But Valerie did what she was best at, ignoring her emotions till they were flushed out of her system. It was a very unhealthy coping mechanism, but it always worked for her like a charm.
Blake opened the door and greeted me with a small smile. It was his signature smile.
"Hey, Blake." I cheerfully wished him. "Is Val awake?"
"Yes. She just woke up. I should warn you, she is crankier than usual," he informed and abruptly walked away.
Usually, I would storm behind him and demand a little respect, but I was accustomed to Blake. I was aware that he is not much of a talker and there are only a handful people he likes to converse with and Valerie had recently been added to his list.
I made my way to the brunette's room and took a seat next to her. She was minding her own business and sipping on her drumstick soup.
"Blake complained about you being whiny today. What's up?" I started the conversation.
"I am super frustrated with everybody breathing down my neck. I feel suffocated. I just want to be left alone for a while," she blabbered.
"Well, they are just worried about you. I'm pretty sure they are not doing it on purpose. We are worried about you, babe. We were so close to losing you," I said, trying to make her talk about it.
"But I'm right here and I'm okay. I've got two detectives living with me," she retorted.
I looked at her scrunched up face and sighed. There was no winning this argument. She had already made up her mid about getting some space.
"Fine. I'll tell you parents to only enter your room if they are bringing food. I'll steal your Mr. Bodyguard and ask him to accompany me to visit Jordan and I'll let Kelly stay here and work on the case," I suggested calmly.
"I was hoping to spend some time with Blake," she mumbled and pouted, trying to melt me with her adorableness.
"No can do, honey. You made a choice. Either we all stay or we all leave. No exceptions," I smugly replied, earning a slap on my shoulder. "I can't believe that Lenny hasn't visited you."
"I know, right! It just confirms my speculations. I wouldn't have been so bothered if it was a casual mugging or something, but the fact that we had grown closer and promised to stick together makes me worried. The killer literally said that he tipped off Caleb to attack me."
