I straightened in my seat and could feel Eva doing the same. “No, Isabella,” I said. “It was not over quickly. You arrived before lunchtime at the mine, and when you came to my house, it was evening. You spent the whole afternoon at the mine, and you don’t recall a single minute of it. If you wanted to lie to me, you would have said you waited for Kurt, you were bored, you went for a walk, or whatever. But you said you arrived there, got attacked, fled, and came to my house.”
Isabella picked at her lower lip again. “So?”
“You are missing a few hours, Isabella. You truly don’t know what happened in those hours.”
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