EPILOGUE

Hazel

The courtroom was cold. Not from the temperature, but from everything that had happened.

This was the fifth hearing. The fifth time we had sat here, listening, waiting, hoping for justice. But no matter how many times I heard Ryder’s name, no matter how many times I saw him sitting there at the defendant’s table, it never got easier.

Ryder Knox had already served his time for murder. He had