I shrugged. “You were told a version that benefited them.”
He hesitated. “Is it true she said she didn’t know you?”
I nodded. “To an officer. On my own walkway.”
Trevor looked back at Caroline, yanking decorations from the lawn. His shoulders sagged.
A week earlier, they’d called the police and claimed I was a stranger.
Now, in front of the same lake, the same tent, and the same crowd, the police were calmly explaining that the strangers were them.
And for the first time in years, I felt something clean and unfamiliar.
Not revenge.
Relief.
