Jinn stared in her eyes; he could see her hesitation, her resignation, and most of all, he saw her desperation.
He saw how desperately Agnes wanted him to believe in her. To the point she seemed ready to break the oath she had made.
So Jinn did just that… he demonstrated that he believed her.
"I understand. You don't have to tell me anything." His words were like a cold breeze in the middle of a desert.
"Can you tell me what you wanted to do with this?" But before she could be happy, Sister Agnes froze hearing his next words. She saw him glancing towards the thing she drew with her blood on the wooden floor.
After a moment of hesitation, she finally revealed her plans to him.
"After you answered their questions and left, those people were still thinking you had something to do with the deaths."
Jinn immediately understood who she was talking about. Sister Agnes's hands shook as she clasped them together, her knuckles turning white.
