Cynthia Dion: 

I paced around the outdoor dining table while Charlotte arranged the food, pondering the recent events in my life.

"Anyone would react the way he did, but what did he mean by his sister having good news and me not hurting her again?" I whispered to myself, my gaze fixed on the grass. It didn't make sense to me. In Atticus's eyes, though, I appeared to be a twisted and cruel person, and all the evidence seemed to support that. I only wished he could have ...