Journal entry || Feb. 22

I do not think I am the one responsible for those children's deaths.

I attended the memorial service today, quietly standing at Izabel's side, just another grieving faculty member. ... And I think that's all that I am.

The pieces simply do not fit; after all, I woke up that day in the dungeon behind bars as I do each month, with Poppy waiting. Breaking out is one, extremely unlikely, matter. Breaking out and then coming back and locking up neatly behind myself is another — one that takes it in to the realm of the utterly fantastic.

Not to mention the fact that at least part of what happened had to be done by ... I hesitate to say a man, but at least not by a wolf.
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