I had spent seven years grieving at that grave.

I was about to spend the rest of my life making up for it.

Chapter 11 — The Respected Woman

My every instinct screamed at me to drive straight to Evelyn’s house and put my hands on her and demand to know where she had kept my boy for seven years.

I got as far as my truck, keys in my fist.

And then I stopped, because a colder, clearer part of me understood the trap I was about to walk into.