Kamala isn't stupid. She knows soldiers kill people. What surprises her is hearing not only did it for sure happen when he came home from presumably the Middle East, but that he was tried for it. She's always had her suspicions about Frank. He's a dark-haired Italian man named Frank Castiglione who served as a marine in the U.S. and tried to act like everyone's dad while also being sensitive to the title. She always knew there was a chance he could be that Frank. Up until now they both had plausible deniability. She could tell herself that it was too obvious.

Matt is casually destroying the comforting lies she told herself. She kind of hates him for it. Things are better like this, aren't they? It's better to take him as the man he is now versus whatever came before. She doesn't say for a long minute. The plausible deniability is still here to an extent. There's a huge difference between a few people and a murder spree.

Her mouth dries as she processes what Matt is telling her. She draws her knees up to her chest and wraps her arms around them. It's pretty clear she didn't know any of this before now much less how Karen fit into it. As far as she knows, Karen is a good friend of his and an excellent journalist who was gonna figure out how to get them out of this. Now what is she supposed to think?

"Why are you telling me this? Should you be telling me this? I thought attorneys had to keep this stuff private." Her voice is small as she asks her question. It breaks at the next one, "Are they going to kill him when we get back?"