“Ava?” My father’s worried voice penetrated my daze. “What are you doing out here?” I forgot. He came out here every morning to exercise, rain or shine. He was religious about his morning routine. I spun, trying to escape the images flashing through my brain, but they wouldn’t stop. Old nightmares. New revelations. No. No, no, nononononono. My father’s gold signet ring flashed in the light, and I saw his face. And I screamed.
Did he push her? Did he kill her mom?
