“Stop using the word “protected” when you want to say “deadly.”
No one answered.
But Jake didn’t have all the answers either.
Linda wrote that there was a fight that evening.
Richard.
Sarah.
David.
She had heard the voices in the kitchen.
Then he saw me down the stairs, dizzy.
The last thing Linda had written down was that, the next morning, my children had asked them not to talk to me about the fight until the doctors had established exactly what had happened.
And after that? I asked.
Jake is hesitant.
Mom’s gone.
Because he was stealing?
No.
Then why?
Because someone paid for it.
I looked at Sarah.
Then to David.
You’re going to?
“No,” said David.
Then who?
Jake took out another document.
Richard.
My breath was cut off.
