It is not the mind of a person who got carried away.

It is the mind of a person for whom my trust was simply a tool, warm and useful, to be operated as needed.

Every sweet text across those six months, I now had to assume, had been sent from inside the crime.

The friendship had not been damaged by the betrayal.

The friendship had been the betrayal’s favorite instrument, kept polished and working right up to the end.

Chapter 14 — What She Carried Out