“Yes.”

Chapter 7 — The Grieving Widower

Rhys turned a small tablet toward me, and there was my husband on a local news broadcast, dripping and shattered on the bank I had watched him climb, weeping into a reporter’s microphone.

“I tried to reach them,” Callum was saying, his voice breaking on cue.

“I saw the car go under.

God forgive me, I should have died with my wife.”

Behind him stood Sabine, one hand pressed to her pregnant belly, dabbing at tears that were not there.