She is in Nashville. She is six years old. There is a stranger in the house. Her sister’s boyfriend Ian has come. Is that fear in Catriona’s eyes? Is that laughter Halley hears? They are fighting, arguing. Cat is panicking, pleading, and he just laughs at her. His voice is mocking and sharp. “You said you wanted to be free of them. Now you will be. We’ll wait for your father to get home, and he can join your mother and that brat of a little sister, and you will not be tied to this ridiculous family who hates you anymore.” “You killed her. You killed them both.”
