Justin Finch-Fletchley (

Her hands pulling away felt like a slap in the face. He hung his head, unable to look at her. He knew now she wouldn't let it go - he wouldn't either. That was the good thing, and the annoying thing, about good friends like Hannah. That didn't mean it was easy, though.

"I wasn't asleep," he began, his shoulders hunched around his chin. "I had a bloke over, and we were in the middle of what was some pretty fantastic sex, actually... Then I hear this voice, and I look up, and... there's my Dad, standing right next to the bed, asking how could I cause him to die like that. I... I thought I was going crazy, seeing things. I'm still not sure, actually."

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