Kane pulled me aside, far enough from the crowd that we could have a semblance of privacy even though I knew damn well everyone could probably still hear us if they tried. His expression was complicated—pride and concern mixing with something that looked like resignation.

“You want to say yes,” he said quietly. Not a question, just an observation.

“I do,” I admitted. “Kane, this is a chance, actually, to change things. To make sure that what happened to Sarah and my mother never ...