Loose Threads

CECELIA'S POINT OF VIEW

"Ms. Winslow, do you think the police should reopen the investigation into your sister's death?"

The reporter's voice cut through the brisk morning air. I froze on the threshold of my flagship boutique. Microphones thrust toward my face, blocking my path to the curb. Flashbulbs went off in a blinding staccato rhythm, capturing my reaction from every angle.

Three months.