A mercy killing, [ abigail considers, lifting her arm to look at her watch. she doesn't have a watch but she is pale enough that the motion is visible enough in the dim light. ]

Only two minutes in.

[ bold. maybe the murder would stick finally, third time's the charm. she wouldn't risk the insouciance normally, but she's had a steak knife stashed under her pillow since day one so it doesn't feel like much of a risk. ]

People pity me on sight already, if I suddenly died in the safehouse there would be too much concern.