"Wish you were dead?" Stella raised an eyebrow at Keen's words, finding them a bit odd. "Who told you that? Was it Rachel?"
Haynes' voice was low and firm. "Stella, you can't blame Rachel for everything."
With a lazy drawl, Stella replied, "Wow. That Rachel-defense reflex of yours could qualify as an Olympic sport. Do you practice in the mirror?”
"Stella, what kind of nonsense is this?!"
"Nonsense? I've got my reasons," Stella said coolly, like a calm lake on a winter day. "When Keen had his allergic reaction, only a few of us were around. Why would he say Marvin and I wanted him dead?"
She arched an eyebrow, "Did you tell Keen that Marvin and I not only didn't help him but wanted him dead?"
Haynes' brow furrowed as he turned to Keen. "Keen, how did you come to know about this?"
Rachel felt a jolt of panic. She had told Keen repeatedly not to mention that she was the source. And yet, here they were.
Kids, they can never keep a secret.
This could be it for her. Haynes had already been different since the last time she was caught in a lie. If he discovered she was stirring the pot again, he might finally cut her off completely.
"I figured it out myself!" Keen huffed, his little cheeks flushed with indignation. "I wasn't completely out of it then. I kind of heard things."
Rachel's tension eased a bit. Thank goodness, Keen hadn't ratted her out.
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