Flora pulled her hands away from her face as Rex took one in his own, and she didn't have to look in a mirror to know how pathetic she looked. Bottom lip jutted out, trembling, and dark brows knitted together so tight that it brought out wrinkles she didn't know she had.

"I wanted to tell you," she whispered, "but what would it have done? I'm still a - a killer."

And she would never forgive herself, even if logically she knew there was nothing she could have done to save the woman.

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