“Under the bridge. I found it under the bridge”.

Silence.

A pause.

“Come on now, you already knew that didn’t you”

Another pause. The chair creaked as she shifted uneasily.

“What did you think I was going to do? Forget all about it? I followed you to the Bridge and watched you dump it. Did you hope someone else would find it? Did that thought make you feel a bit better? Did you think that maybe you could forget about it then. Forget about me? Ha! Well, someone else did find it I suppose, but your conscience doesn’t get off so easily”.

No sound other than her quick hot breath. Her face and eyes hidden by her hoody. Her silence rotten with shame and guilt and panic.

Now what?