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CHURCHES MADE KENNEDY UNCOMFORTABLE. anything that has to do with divinity or a higher power did. her guard has been up since the moment she stepped foot into the chapel, sharp gaze set on the praying priest just a couple pews ahead of them. a stark contrast to her more doleful stepbrother beside her. "if it makes you feel any better, i doubt that was what KILLED her." the words are delivered in a deadpan tone, making it hard to decipher if that was a callous attempt at a joke or an inside thought that was not meant to see the light of day. perhaps it didn't truly matter. not when the possibility of another tragedy was beginning to feel less like a threat . . . and more like a promise. with so much to lose, how could she possibly give herself the space or even the time to mourn? “i think it's one of the newcomers or – no. maybe someone who was around for the original murders. someone old enough to remember. or maybe it's both. maybe jacob thorne has a long lost sibling that's come to town to take revenge." too many questions, not nearly enough answers. “what do alaina price, daniela estrada, and kirby sloane even have in common?” aside from being a couple of bad bitches.
🗝️ open to all. 📍 redemption chapel, jan 24th.
the news breaks, as does half of red creek alongside it. there's an unfair lump lodged in santiago's throat. he wasn't close to kirby ; her death was not his to mourn, and yet ... he sits in the back pew of redemption chapel, hands wound in his hair. it was between here & the cemetery— the weather chose for him. he breathes in, has a hard time breathing out. halloween night plays through his mind. ❝ i asked about her name. ❞ he wants to laugh at the memory, but doesn't have the heart. a puff of frustration leaves him instead, ❝ grow up in a box like red creek & i still had to ask for her name. jesus– ❞