I reached out to Libby before thinking, covering Grace's hand with mine in a pyramid of female support while wondering how I could have ever thought the clearly terrified young woman could have been a murder suspect. How had I missed the obvious signs of buried horror, the reflexive retreat like a build-in flinch from life? Because I'd been set on blaming someone for the death of Faith so I could move on already.

Huh. Not like me to treat murder so lightly. I really ...