Another viable suspect. The words might as well be branded into Gretchen’s skin for how familiar they were. That’s what they’d always said about her aunt Rowan’s case. Couldn’t find another viable suspect, so it must have been the eight-year-old. Never mind that the assumption had burdened said eight-year-old with a lifetime of suspicion and a reputation that she had never been quite able to shake no matter how upstanding a citizen she’d proven herself to be.
