Maybe she’d thought Viola deserved to be in jail—as her lackluster defense efforts seemed to show—and she’d had to self-medicate with opiates to numb the guilt. I messed up, Gretch. Lena knew exactly how that could affect a young girl’s life, had watched Gretchen deal with the stigma for years. Lena also knew Gretchen didn’t have that pesky conscience that empaths were saddled with. She’d left behind audio that in a short amount of time laid bare the dynamics of this twisted group. She let Gretchen know she didn’t fully trust Reed, let her know she was fooling Declan Murphy.
