CHAPTER 11
A moment later, Taylor returned from the kitchen and held out a Dixie cup full of tepid water, which Kimmie sipped in miniature installments.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I should have waited to find a better time to talk.”
She stared at him, trying once more to piece together the meaning of his words. A dozen different questions jumbled in her brain, but she couldn’t focus on a single one long enough to ask it. She replayed everything she remembered about that horrible day. Stepping into the garage, the surreal grisliness of it all. Shouting for her stepdad, tackling Pip to keep him from coming in, waiting for what felt like hours for the troopers and ambulance crew to arrive.
Not a suicide ...
“Other members of the family have raised a few questions.”
This time his words’ mean
