“Please talk to Tim,” Mrs. Reese whimpers. “If you talk to him and you still believe that he did those horrible things—” “I’m not going to visit Tim in jail.” That is absolutely out of the question. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Reese.” Shane’s other eyebrow shoots up at the name Mrs. Reese. He stands there, clutching his water glass in one hand, listening to my end of the conversation.
