Ennis grips the cushion beneath her to steady herself. After catching her breath, she stands, goes to the door, then freezes in place. The silence is more jarring than the interrogation was. When she finally does speak again, she does not look at you.
"When the fog comes back, be ready. I'll text you when it does and you'll meet me at Burbridge Island." With a deep breath, she lifts her eyes to meet yours. "I want you to face the fog where Rex died. I want you to feel what he felt. The thing is…even if what you said is true…even if you didn't murder him with your own two hands…you still let him give you a ride in the fog and didn't even check if he had gotten home safe. He was all by himself out there. That means he died alone, in the cold, with nobody to hear him even if he screamed for help. You should have made sure he got home."
Ennis wipes her eyes and recomposes herself, but the shift reminds you of how she looked when you first came in and saw her. Something is deeply wrong. "Some people are saying that the story about the fog is true," she continues, "that he was a liar and that's why he died, but that's bullshit. Rex was a good person. Better than you. If the fog killed him for being a liar, then it'll kill you too, because you haven't been honest about what happened that night. If you're innocent, prove it by going out there."