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

whispered, “That’s heavy.”

“Yes,” Savannah said. “It should be.”

Across the room, Bryce stood near the back.

He had been invited.

The girls had asked for him to come.

Savannah had agreed.

He looked older now. Still handsome, but quieter. Vivian was not with him. She had moved to Florida years earlier and sent gifts instead of apologies.

Bryce approached slowly continue reading …