For over twenty years she had looked away, smoothed the edges, chosen the family’s name over what she knew.

And something in her broke and reset.

“I’m coming,” she said.

“He’s my son.

That’s why it has to be me who looks him in the eye and ends this.”

Chapter 14 — The Confession

I left Deirdre in the car with the officers and walked through the mud toward the one lit structure at the end of the dock, a corrugated metal shed with a single hard light burning inside.

I pushed the sliding door open on the smell of brine and rust.