The Girl From the Woods
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For the first time in months, I felt like I could walk the streets and feel safe. I didn't have to avoid the people who didn't trust me.
After the police pulled my face from everything, they reissued a new one.
Victor's.
Rachel's brother, as he was known to me.
But he wasn't.
He was a stranger, presumably using a fake name.
I'd never been able to talk to Rachel's family, not the their face. The only time I had seen them, or had any interaction, was when her father nearly killed me outside the police station a few days ago.
"You're free?" Bridget asked, inclining her head when she saw me that night.
I slipped into the chair and nodded. "Maybe now everyone will stop treating me like a criminal. It's weird living in a town where no one likes or trusts you."
Bridget smiled and poured me a beer. She passed it to me and said, "Now maybe you can relax. Brandt will find out who this guy is."
I wanted her to be right.
But, of course, there was more to this whole thing than even I knew.
The only person who knew the truth was dead.
After the police pulled my face from everything, they reissued a new one.
Victor's.
Rachel's brother, as he was known to me.
But he wasn't.
He was a stranger, presumably using a fake name.
I'd never been able to talk to Rachel's family, not the their face. The only time I had seen them, or had any interaction, was when her father nearly killed me outside the police station a few days ago.
"You're free?" Bridget asked, inclining her head when she saw me that night.
I slipped into the chair and nodded. "Maybe now everyone will stop treating me like a criminal. It's weird living in a town where no one likes or trusts you."
Bridget smiled and poured me a beer. She passed it to me and said, "Now maybe you can relax. Brandt will find out who this guy is."
I wanted her to be right.
But, of course, there was more to this whole thing than even I knew.
The only person who knew the truth was dead.