We are seated in the garden, and I am contemplating on how I am supposed to start this conversation.
"I dug up something from Norman and I found out everything," I decide to go all in, no holding back.
She is quiet for some minutes, then she looks at me. "What did you find?"
"Everything."
I see her licking her chapped lips and then sigh, closing her eyes and then she opens them, looking at the flower petal in her hand.
"I suppose you have a reason disclosing this to me?"
"Yes, I actually do," I say as I shift in my seat. "I found her, and she is in Chicago as we speak," I say and I see her freeze.
"What did you do?" her tone is not at all of someone shocked, no. it's more like a despair.
"I had to bring her around, to stop Norman. You know what he was doing, don't you?"
