Marissa sat down on the edge of Keith's bed and studied him for a moment. It had been a rough few months, that much was true, but the amount of time she and Keith had been apart wasn't terribly unusual. It was a by-product of living in different cities and of having different responsibilities in and out of the cape. Keith never expressed regret and that he was now was telling.
"You killed Frank Wells, didn't you?"
There was no judgment in her voice or expression. Truth was, she would have done it herself had she not been blindsighted with the rest of her world exploding.
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