Myla sighed, turning to him. “I keep thinking about the fact that he needs help. Like real help. Not to be hunted down like a rabid animal.”

Hayden felt a surge of irritation, but he pushed it down, deliberately softening his voice. “Baby, he is not a harmless victim. He is a murderer. He killed his wife, remember?”

“I know that,” she said, her eyes sad. “I haven’t forgotten what he did. But I can't help but wonder… what if he’d had help sooner? What if he hadn't grown up in ...