She wasn't looking at him for fear or some big reaction, an accusation; horror, anger, fright, anything. Something. When she looks up, she sees his pen sat to the side of his notes and the word CURSE taken down boldly on the paper, but nothing else underneath it. He is looking at her like he's been handed the final piece of a puzzle.
Gela clears her throat.
"The first one was." It feels too soon to be relieved but he must have heard of this happening before. If so, how terrible for that other case, how good for her. "But I don't know what brings it on, exactly. I haven't found out yet."
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She wasn't looking at him for fear or some big reaction, an accusation; horror, anger, fright, anything. Something. When she looks up, she sees his pen sat to the side of his notes and the word CURSE taken down boldly on the paper, but nothing else underneath it. He is looking at her like he's been handed the final piece of a puzzle.
Gela clears her throat.
"The first one was." It feels too soon to be relieved but he must have heard of this happening before. If so, how terrible for that other case, how good for her. "But I don't know what brings it on, exactly. I haven't found out yet."