“She took it because Reed Kent was in love with her,” Gretchen said, absolutely confident in her own assessment. She’d spent many hours of her life watching videos, shows, interviews—anything recorded and available for public consumption—so that she could identify those complex emotions she’d never intrinsically grasped. Gretchen knew what grief looked like when someone you loved had died. “Now comes the interesting part.” “And that would be?” Gretchen started toward the car. “Figuring out if she loved him back.”
