PART 3 The courthouse smelled like wet coats, old paper, and coffee that had been burned for too many hours.

Rachel Miller, followed with a face carved from exhaustion and fury. She had not said much since learning what Bryce had done. She had only kissed Savannah’s forehead and whispered, “Your father knew. I wish I had listened sooner.”

That sentence still echoed in Savannah’s mind.

Your father knew.

Andrew Miller had been warm, funny, and patient with almost continue reading …