“You know you were holding your sister’s killer, don’t ya?” he mused, taking the seat on the swing next to mine. “It’s his fault this happened.” I didn’t dare look at him, keeping my attention trained on Gibsie’s back as he disappeared from my line of sight. “If Caoimhe were here, she’d be so disappointed in you.” He sighed heavily. “Hugging the person responsible for her death.”
