Keeping an eye on Amy as she spoke, Zaylin shoved another forkful of food into her mouth, the topic of the conversation turning to one of greater interest than she anticipated.

“Yeah, that’s not surprising,” she said after swallowing her food. “I imagine [i]most[/i] parents shy away from sending their kids to schools where students get murdered.” She looked over as the other girl interjected her own comment, noting as Amy rolled her eyes and the lack of concern the other girl apparently had for the dead.

“So, you’d always go to the lake, then?” Zaylin paused, debating on whether she should ask the question that begged for freedom. “Sorry if I shouldn’t ask this, so stop me if it’s inappropriate,” she began slowly, cautiously. “But did either of you… well… [i]see[/i] her? The rumors are just insane, and I didn’t get a chance to look for any news clippings about it before I left home, so can’t sort truth from fiction.”