On the drive back, Rory did not want to talk to Derick. She didn't know why Derick wanted to discuss the weather with her. She didn't care if there is going to be a blood moon or whatever.
"Those photographs..." she started and watched Derick's face go pale.
She did not want to let him pass. "You are a criminal investigator. Seeing those pictures, what did you conclude?" she asked.
She thought it was for revenge or for humiliating her. Or even blackmail her grandmother. She didn't think there is any more to it. She didn't dare to think there is any more to it.
The brain is a funny thing. It does everything to deflect from reaching the truth when the truth might hurt more. And that's what her brain did. She could only think of the least damaging thing that she could think of out of that devastating truth.
