Status Updates From Reader, I Murdered Him

Dear Eric,
I hardly know how to begin this letter. I should be reticent, but I find I am eager to share my secret with you. I have better stories to tell you than any we invented for each other as buccaneers. I am a kind of buccaneer myself now, in flesh and blood. You are the only person outside of my most intimate circle whom I could imagine telling about it.
I am doing what we used to say we'd do together."

"You're beautiful and clever," she went on, "and you made friends here so easily. You seem to understand men too, more than any other girl here. You will...help me, won't you? Please?"
"Of course I will help you, Hannah." I made myself smile. "I learned how women catch men before I learned to walk."
I felt her exhale, her ribs moving under the counterpane, her breath against my skin. "Thank you, Adèle."