NADINE POINT OF VIEW.

Clayton's phone started to buzz almost immediately, not allowing me to quiz him more about the truth of Naomi's death. If Trent had really done it, I was going to set him on fire. I sat up as Clayton picked up the call and spoke into the receiver.

"Hello," he said. "Mom? Speak up, I can't hear you."

I breathed a sigh of frustration. In my grief and pain, the last thing that I needed was Clayton's mother coming to the house, breathing down my neck and making me feel ...