Chapter One Hundred-Sixty-Four

Four weeks.

Four weeks since Bea had lost their baby, and Beckett was watching his wife disappear right in front of him.

She sat at the kitchen table now, staring at a cup of tea that had gone cold an hour ago. Still in her nightgown even though it was past noon. Her blonde hair hung limp around her shoulders, unwashed for days. The brace on her wrist was the only splash of white against the grey