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

cut corners. I know Miller Foods because I was raised inside it.”

Bryce stared at her like he did not recognize her.

Maybe he didn’t.

Maybe he had only known the version of Savannah who lowered her voice.

She continued.

“Bryce called that cute. My father called it preparation.”

Margaret’s eyes shone with pride.

Judge Pike leaned back.

“Mrs. Calloway, are you continue reading …