No, thank you. [ that's all the answer he gets so far. she doesn't correct him that she's not from baltimore, she's from minnesota, the littlest shrike. it's unimportant, she thinks. she's not abigail to him, she's garrett jacob hobbs' daughter, will graham's victim. they're all so deluded to have believed that. no matter the damning evidence. it was stupid to think will would have killed abigail and left nothing but her ear.
that was hardly his design. ]
It's rude to stare. I'm dead and even I know that. [ she sweeps her hair back from her face, putting the smooth, nearly healed swath of skin where her ear should be on display. a moment later she smooths that hair back down, covering her scar. it came so easily now. with her scarf and her hair she looked normal, not the scarred survivor of two serial killers. ] Satisfied?
no subject
that was hardly his design. ]
It's rude to stare. I'm dead and even I know that. [ she sweeps her hair back from her face, putting the smooth, nearly healed swath of skin where her ear should be on display. a moment later she smooths that hair back down, covering her scar. it came so easily now. with her scarf and her hair she looked normal, not the scarred survivor of two serial killers. ] Satisfied?