Tell me
Telling him had never been the plan, but then again, James being the one to find the incriminating weapon wasn’t the plan either. So the moment he cornered her, Audri simply let the dam break.
“…I killed him.”
She told him everything, from meeting Alex to the events that led up to her putting a bullet in his head. Confessions were never her thing; her story filled with stammers and pauses, the ashtray in front of them slowly filling with ash and cigarette butts as she continued to light one right after the other — chain-smoking always had been her go-to when under stress and out of Valium. She’d looked away from him a long time ago, ignored the quiet curses that left his lips while as spoke and silently prayed to whatever higher power there might’ve been that the eyes she felt burning into her weren’t filled with the anger she believed was there.
Finished, she let out a quiet sigh, her fingers nervously toying with the hem of her shirt as she shifted around on the couch. “So… I guess it’s safe to say we started out with a lie, ‘cause I definitely didn’t fall off a pool table and hit my face,” she said, her voice unusually quiet as she chanced a look at his face.