Guilty but not guilty
'Feisty, fearless, fun!' Michelle mumbled
"You sure we left with the right girl?" she asked peter, concerned.
They both stood outside Carla's flat. Waiting for her to unbolt the door. Peter and Michelle hadn't seen Carla since frank had been found 'not guilty' the other day. At first they thought she just wanted some space but now they were worried. Really worried. . .
Meanwhile, Carla sat there, froze to the floor. With no intention of opening door. She physically drifted in and out of a trance but mentally she drowned in thoughts. 'I must have dreamt it!' 'It was so real, how could they not tell?'
Within less than a day Carla had become a different woman. She had become petrified of what people would think of her, especially with Frank out there poisoning their minds. She was also shutting out the two people that cared for her the most, the two people that could help.
Outside Michelle was becoming impatient, constantly tapping her foot. Peter tried his best to calm her down and reassure her that Carla wouldn't do anything stupid but she didn't believe him.
Then the penny dropped. She still had Carla's bag.
"Of course!" she spoke, going rather high pitched!
"Carla always leaves a spare pair of keys in this bag!"
Shaking she tried to unlock the door but had to let peter take over because she was terrified Carla had done something stupid.
After what seemed like a lifetime the door finally flung open and they dashed in to find Carla curled up in a ball in the corner of the room.