Belle sat at the edge of her small bed with a blank parchment and ink in hand, biting the inside of her cheeks in thought. Her father had brought the parchment and ink to her an hour ago to write her report. Her thoughts had been all jumbled and unable to settle in one place to write, or even to think about how to begin writing the report. Rohan had told her to write what she knew and that it didn't matter whatever it was, even the truth.
Though she had not spoken about it, Belle knew a lot of things now. She had been to Bimmerville, she had seen what weapons they used. The man in the basement…
A shudder went through her body as she remembered the man she had killed in the basement but had never spoken about, because it seemed unreal, and talking about it would make it real. She had somehow killed that man, and up until now, she couldn't actually tell how she had managed to do it or why she held no remorse in her heart for her actions.
