"Yeah, but what can I do about it?" Veronica asks with a helpless little wave of her hands. "It's not like I can make an appointment with a shrink who would probably have to turn me in to the police anyway. I talk to you and I just try to get on with it."

She does wish, though, that she hadn't made herself a curiosity. She'd gone from the nice young lady to the teen murderess in their midst.