Alexandria

With Mr. Owen leading the way, we walked the gauntlet. Reporters pushed toward us as Isaac kept them at bay. Questions filled the air.

"Did you know he was a murderer?"

"Did you know that before you agreed to marry him?"

"Do you think he's guilty?"

"Did you see her?"

By the time the front doors to the station closed, the din of voices within was merely a murmur compared to the roar outside.

"Miss Collins and Miss Moore," ...