[9] The Unwanted Memories

"..."

The soft white marble hand clenched in Atticus' grip twisted slightly. She squeezed his hand once, twice, as though the tension of their hold on each other could somehow help make the decision. After a moment or two of contemplative silence, Bentley finally raised her head.

"Alright." She nodded once. "Fine. If it helps your argument, you can show how YOU killed ME."

"Thank you," Atticus replied, earnestly. "And I apologize in advance,"

He pulled his hand away from hers and gently raised it to her face. It was only as he pressed his palm against the surface of her cool skin, that he realized he was trembling all over. He told himself that it was nothing —that this was just like last time. He was just going to pass some memories into her head, just to clear the air a little bit. It wasn't anything major.

Yes it was.