Matt White was the other neighbor.
Matt was the one who got the bum of that particular deal. Matt had actually known Kate Meadows, and he very much preferred not to talk about it. He wasn’t going to be allowed such privilege.
He found himself constantly interviewed. He considered it an invasion of privacy, even if, in the early days, it might’ve helped Kate. The thing was, as he’d tried so hard to make clear, was that it couldn’t possibly have helped.
The Kate he knew had been terribly unhappy. He’d been perfectly happy to listen, whenever she came over. He knew she needed to vent. Sometimes he wished he knew how to help. Sometimes he’d feared there was nothing he could do, except listen. Sometimes he wondered if he could’ve tried harder.
After the body was found, that third option? That was all he thought about.
His opinion, the one thing he kept to himself, was that she’d done it herself. All of it. She’d used a couple of local idiots to confuse the situation, successfully, but in the end, she killed herself.
Matt didn’t particularly care to speculate about all the details, how she’d done it, especially that business with the sword. Nasty, horrible, not anything he wanted to think about, so of course the world insisted on nothing else.
Matt really just wanted to move, now, find a fresh start. Maybe all the way out of state. He’d never lived anywhere but Berlin.
He also knew such a gesture would be futile. He’d never be able to leave Kate Meadows behind. He’d need to make peace with it. Her owed her, after all. It was just, it was a heavy debt indeed…
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