But I knew for a fact that Brandon broke his RIGHT wrist when he was sixteen, not his left.”

I stared at Austin in total disbelief, horror flooding through me.

“You knew about that wrist fracture five years ago?” I whispered, devastated.

“Yes, I knew,” he confessed brokenly.

“And you still let my daughters and me bury a total stranger in my husband’s grave?!” I screamed, tears blinding me.

“I was twenty-nine years old, Hannah!” Austin wept, covering his face with his hands.

“I was the youngest officer at the scene, and Detective Miller told me flatly that the official records were solid and that the department wanted the case closed right away.