The air was cold in Raymond's little safe house as his air conditioning ran in the background.
Pearl, still shaken by what had happened, stared blankly ahead, the blanket still wrapped around her unclothed body.
She had killed another person, maybe not directly but she had been an accomplice which made her just as guilty.
Pearl had never felt so tired and dead inside as she did in that moment and she could not bring herself to rejoice in finally escaping.
"Two," she muttered to herself, her chin resting on her raised knees, "two people died because of me."
Tears bubbled in her eyes and she weakly wiped them away at the sound of Raymond returning.
"Hey," he greeted as he set the bags he was holding down on the table at the centre of the large open space house.
She did not respond, a
