my throat.
Then I saw Sophie’s face in my mind—brave, terrified, honest—and I realized courage isn’t the absence of fear. It’s doing the right thing while fear screams.
“I’ll do it,” I said.
Detective Morrison nodded. “Good,” she said. “Then we end this.”
Part 3
Going home felt like walking into a house that had already been turned into a crime scene, except continue reading …
