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that's not true, marta. you saw her. the little girl in the upstairs window. you told the police you saw nothing. you said the house was dark.

Marta’s hand trembled. She had seen a face. A small, pale face pressed against cracked glass, eyes wide and unblinking. But the police report, the fire chief, the neighbors—everyone said no one was inside. She convinced herself it was a reflection, a trick of the smoke. She signed the witness statement. She moved on. uljm05800.ini

elena is her aunt. she never believed the official story. she's been waiting for someone to tell the truth. you're going to call her tomorrow. you're going to tell her what you saw. then you're going to testify at the reopened inquest. that's not true, marta

A long pause. Then:

you knew enough.

I didn't know—