this morning #683.

this morning, something spiteful stirred inside of her. she tried to tamp it down because, if the bitterness doubled back, it’d just lead to her doing something shameful that she’d ultimately have to answer for. rash or rational. respectful or regretful. she needed to come up with a proper reaction to these repeated defeats but this was a time when she wasn’t allowed to let her heart lead the way. this time, the FBI was involved. jail time was undeniably an option. around noon, when the two agents finally arrived, she knew exactly what she had to do. hold her tongue. lie through her teeth. concoct a story. protect the family until she was 100% certain that they were the ones who’d betrayed her.