"Gabriel--" She meets his eyes. There's no matching temper in hers; only a sick, lost shock. "What they did to us..."
She doesn't know if she believes it yet. Doesn't know if she can. But he does, and right now for the sake of argument is a starting point, and she is desperately in need of those. Firm ground will come later. Or never, she thinks absently, because right now her whole world has become a whirl that doesn't feel as if it will ever settle into place again.
"They had no grudge. They had no, no reason to --" Except for Simon, except for inquiring too closely, except for anything short of full cooperation with authorities and all this is something Regan will not, cannot examine closely right now.
Low, precisely enunciated, and fraying-taut: "What do you think they'll do if you make these accusations public?"
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She doesn't know if she believes it yet. Doesn't know if she can. But he does, and right now for the sake of argument is a starting point, and she is desperately in need of those. Firm ground will come later. Or never, she thinks absently, because right now her whole world has become a whirl that doesn't feel as if it will ever settle into place again.
"They had no grudge. They had no, no reason to --" Except for Simon, except for inquiring too closely, except for anything short of full cooperation with authorities and all this is something Regan will not, cannot examine closely right now.
Low, precisely enunciated, and fraying-taut: "What do you think they'll do if you make these accusations public?"