“My father told you what happened to her,” Trent said, stepping closer.

“He told me she had an accident.” “She should’ve watched her step,” he sneered.

My fists closed in my lap, hard, because every instinct I had wanted to stand up and end him.

But standing up and ending him was the very thing he had come here hoping I would do, and so I kept my hands in my lap and my voice level.

“So you were at the site,” I said.