She wants to say, I was clever, too. But she wasn't, was she? It took his ghost to point the way to the truth. She would have been content to keep right on by his side, letting the currents of memory pull her farther and farther from home. And Keats...
'Keats...' She starts, and has to swallow, one hand rubbing her eyes for a moment. 'Why didn't I see that coming?'
The words are uttered to herself, dismayed. She feels like rube who'd been hooked through the nose and dragged through the entire investigation. And all this time, the truth was right in front of her, so close she could reach out and touch it.
'I was so worried about -- clearing your name.' That memory seems like it's from a thousand years ago. Being shot and falling onto the pavement stones outside St. Joseph's. Waking up in that hospital bed with him standing over her, her cheek still stinging from the flat of his hand.
no subject
'Keats...' She starts, and has to swallow, one hand rubbing her eyes for a moment. 'Why didn't I see that coming?'
The words are uttered to herself, dismayed. She feels like rube who'd been hooked through the nose and dragged through the entire investigation. And all this time, the truth was right in front of her, so close she could reach out and touch it.
'I was so worried about -- clearing your name.' That memory seems like it's from a thousand years ago. Being shot and falling onto the pavement stones outside St. Joseph's. Waking up in that hospital bed with him standing over her, her cheek still stinging from the flat of his hand.