“He stood right there and looked at you.”

Zane flipped open the brass locks on the case with two sharp clicks that rang out into the hall.

“The boy is warped by grief, Sarah.

He’s been carrying fairy tales around in his head for eight years because nobody ever made him face the truth.”

“He said you let Janice’s hand go.”

Zane whirled around so fast his shoulder hit the tall corner bedpost.

“I went into that river up to my chest.