PART 3: THE SECRET EVIDENCE
My mother gasped, covering her mouth in sheer horror while my father slowly stood up from his chair, glaring at my husband.
“You monster,” I breathed, the years of quiet grief instantly transforming into a burning, blinding rage.
My husband stumbled backward out of his seat, knocking his chair over as he backed toward the front door.
“You can’t prove anything!” he yelled, his composure completely shattering into guilty terror. “The police closed the case years ago!”
Jeremy slowly reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small, water-damaged silver pendant—Janice’s favorite necklace.
“I went back to the shore that night and found this where you dropped it,” Jeremy said softly, holding it high for everyone to see. “I kept it until I was strong enough to speak.”
(The final confrontation will bring long-awaited justice! Click “Next Page” to continue reading…)
