“It’s hard to forget when it colors my nightmares,” she said, a flash of Liam’s dead body laying on the floor. “Besides, how do you know I wasn’t talking about the mess in here? It’s a disaster area…” She looked around the place, wondering exactly how their lives had melded together like this. “We’re going to need to talk about it, and soon. That body is going to turn up, and when it does, we are going to be prime suspects. We need to come up with alibis, and a way out of this.”
With a groan, Zoey slumped her head forwards and onto the desk, a relaxed fist against the wood as inwardly she screamed for Scout to shut up. God, now was not the time for this. It was never going to be the time for this. “Okay, Mom. Unclench already.” She straightened up again, just barely, and leaned her cheek into her palm. “Where we are now, is not a place to discuss this. The walls are too thin, and people listen in to all kinds of crap and then that’s how gossiping starts. Shouldn’t you know that already? Seeing as you were a high school bully and all?”
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