Winona hung up and said, "Sounds like he's out of the woods, or at least his life isn't in danger anymore."
Henrietta, however, remarked, "If his life were in danger... it wouldn't have mattered, would it? If he had died, well, he would have died."
To her surprise, Winona and Charlotte both nodded in unison. "True!"
"It just would have ruined our plan," Charlotte added.
"It doesn't matter," Henrietta said. "Plans change. It happens."
"He would have deserved it," Winona stated. "He's no saint anyway."
HENRIETTA fell silent.
Charlotte asked gently, "Henrietta, do you really not feel... anything at all?"
HENRIETTA paused for a moment before answering, "I did at first. But not anymore."
In the beginning, she had been in a state of panic. Someone had taken a knife for her. It would be impossible to claim she wasn't shocked or moved in that split second. It was a basic human reaction. In that moment, she had undoubtedly felt a surge of gratitude. That feeling of complex emotion had followed her in the car, to the hospital, and even when the doctor announced he was in critical condition from blood loss.


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