They Thought Silence Made Them Innocent — the Husband Who Stood Guard Made the Same Choice as the Men Who Locked the Door
My father installed cameras and checked them every half hour.
I flinched at strangers on the sidewalk and checked over my shoulder walking to my own car.
Because Samuel was still out there, and I was not the kind of loose end a man like that leaves alone.
A week later, a bouquet of white roses appeared on my parents’ porch, and tucked into the stems was a photograph of me leaving the courthouse, and on the back of it, in hand: Did you really think you had won? The lead investigator confirmed what my whole body already knew.
Samuel was tracking me.