Page 28 of The Unbecoming

I wish I had let him stay… I know it’s shitty to tell you this, but…

Liam

Even as friends, remember? I will always be here. Alex was a good guy. But you can’t blame yourself, Nora. You had no way of knowing.

Liam

Someone said the cops talked to you?

Yeah. I saw his body and kinda melted down. I told him about last night and gave him access to my door log to find out when he left here. He waited until I fell asleep to leave, so I didn’t have an answer for that.

Well. And then he tried to imply that because Dad raped me my entire childhood, I MUST have had something to do with Alex dying.

Liam

Uh oh. What did you say?

I called him a piece of shit and left. After giving him the login, obviously.

Liam

Do you need me?

It’s okay to need someone, Nora.

I do, but… I really need you to not look into it too much or judge me.

Liam

When and where, Nora? I’ll be there.

Remember that lake we went to when we laid in the bed of your truck and watched the sun set?

Liam

I do. Meet me, or do you want me to pick you up?

Pick me up? I don’t think I should be driving… He wrote me a note before he left my apartment, and his undershirt.

Liam

Bring both and meet me in the lot. I’ll be there in ten minutes.

I jump up and shove my phone into my pocket with the note before placing Alex’s shirt into my bag. As I walk out of my apartment, Detective Birch walks up.

“What?” I ask with a deadpan expression.

“We would like your consent to search your room,” he says simply.