Kristen Applebees grew up with a clear set of rules. They were simple, a comfort in a world that was always rushing. She knew her place. She knew where she was going to go. You just have to follow the rules.
And then Kristen murdered someone with a Bible.
“It’s a symbolism,” she said into the silence of the van.
“Hm?” Fig asked.
“The murder,” Kristen slurred. Fig looked concerned, but she went back to tuning her bass. Kristen had been drifting through the haze of alcohol for the last week, ever since–
Not yet. She doesn’t have to think about that yet.
Kristen needed to think about some things, so she does the obvious thing. Gets incredibly drunk.
(this ended up way shorter than I thought it would be lol)