Grace's POV

Two hours later, I stood in our bathroom, staring at my reflection. I'd chosen a simple black dress, it was modest, nothing that would draw attention. My hair was pulled back in a neat ponytail, makeup minimal.

I looked the part of the grieving sister, though the woman staring back at me looked more like someone preparing for an execution. I was acting like I had done something wrong, which was stupid. The thing that had me most worried was the police thinking Hunter had done ...