Sherry White's face appeared deathly pale against the night sky, as if she were a grim specter staring down at the man kneeling before her. It was as if she, rather than Trenton Smith, was the one being humiliated.
She often thought that she only felt jealous of Norris Moore.
Now she tasted what it truly meant to hate "to the bone!"
"Trenton, do you know?" Her voice suddenly softened, taking on the tone of the usual Sherry White, only imbued with a hint of eeriness in such a setting. "Even if you call an ambulance now, you can't save her. Her skull has been shattered by me. I did it with an ashtray, by my own hand, I know better than you. What you're going back to is just a corpse, you can never be with her again, Norris Moore is dying. She's going to die soon. Do you understand?"
