Chapter 5
He just let those words drop like they were just nonsense small talk, nothing of import, and turned towards the kitchen. "Nefja said I should eat something. I'm going to do that. You can come in the kitchen with me if you want."
For a moment I was frozen in place, probably with my mouth hanging open, although I was so numb I couldn't really tell. Was he confessing? Before I had even accused him of anything?
But then I ran his words back through my mind. No, that hadn't been a confession. Not exactly. But how did he already know about Gullveig if he hadn't been involved?
And his mood was all over the place. That epic sadness had shifted to something like serene acceptance, like the fact that I was there to talk to him about the murder was exactly what he needed to snap out of
