I don’t know where to start.

[ she straightens her back, fixing up her glasses on her face as she looks up at richard. she wrings her hands on her lap, and a part of her fears that, if she glances down, she’ll see them covered in blood again. ]

Andrew had talked to me earlier this week… she was afraid that she was going to be used as bait after last week. I thought if she was with us, she’d be safer, but…

[ obviously not. ]