Chapter Thirty-One

He
wanted to question Malory, as he said all signs pointed to her as guilty, if a
bully, her most hated teacher, her ex-best-friend and her counsellor had all
disappeared in a short space of time.

Then
Malory decided her time had come.

“I
did it. I did it all. I’ll show you where, tell you when, I don’t care what you
do to me. I don’t care.”

Malory
said simply.

There
was no passion in what she said. It wasn’t said with anger or remorse or
anything at all. It was almost as if she was offering to tell him the time, in
an offhand, casual way.

She
really didn’t care.

The End

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