{She looks over at his feet, not fully willing to meet his gaze yet. There's so much to tell, and she's never told anyone about it - although she has dropped a few hints to Heather, she's never faced anything like this before.}

{It really is a measure of the trust she has in him that she actually begins to speak at all.}

I... drowned. I think I've told you that before, but it doesn't... quite end there. It was a murder - I was murdered.