Planning A Murder [III]

**ETHAN RAMIREZ**

"Ethan? Ethan!."

Her voice sounded faint at the back of my ear, my mind was far off with questions swimming in them.

Questions I put forth to myself, but couldn't answer any of them.

"Ethan!"

My shoulders shook roughly. I assume by her.

My head turned to meet her face in response, but there were no emotions across any of my features.

How does she expect me to react?

"Are you with me at all? Ethan!"

She shrugged harder this time, there was a lot to say about hers.

The slight wrinkles over her left cheeks and the bags under her eyes suggests she hasn't been getting much sleep these days. I'm not surprised. It can't be easy to plan, calculate, and execute a murder. Not like I would know, but her demeanour is all the indication I need. She's killing herself and she doesn't even know.

I shook the thought out of my mind.

It's our fault she's like this. Everyone has shared blame.

I'm the top one on the list. I caused the incident. I was the mole. The reason they got caught