A place Linda couldn’t use for sympathy.
A place Linda couldn’t control.
Harold, the groundskeeper, had been the only witness.
My father had known exactly what kind of person Linda was.
He’d simply waited too long to admit it.
Marisol looked at me.
“He was protecting you,” she said softly.
I swallowed hard. “He also left me alone.”
Marisol didn’t argue.
She just said, “Both can be true.”
THE DAY THE TRUTH LANDED
A year after my release, the case reached its turning point.
Trevor—Linda’s son—cracked under pressure.
He tried
