"Sophie was my friend." She replied easily, adding: "She died." In the same tone, as if discussing the weather, or the path ahead, or some other ordinary, every-day occurrence.

She remembered crying when she'd found out, when she'd gotten the confirmation, but by then the woman who had ordered it was also dead, so there was no one else for her to take a vengeance out on, but that had been long enough ago, now, that it didn't sting the same as it once had.

"It's alright if you don't believe me." She added, "Many people don't. I am not surprised." She glanced at Carolyn then, mostly just to make sure she didn't need to slow down, but she asked: "What makes you different? What is your story?"