Not a word.
Just a breath, sharp and short.
Marcus finally looked at her.
“I am sorry, Ava.
What happened to you — what you had to carry — that was wrong.
I knew it was wrong.”
“Sorry doesn’t give me back five years,” Ava said.How-To, DIY & Expert Content
He didn’t argue with that.
“Marcus.” I leaned forward.
“I need you to make a statement.
To the police.
Everything Daniel told you that night.”
His jaw tightened.
“Ellen—”
“He let a sixteen-year-old girl take the blame for something he did.
He watched me grieve for five years.
He stood at our daughter’s grave.” My voice stayed level.People & Society
I needed it to stay level.
“He is still in my house.”
Marcus looked at the table for a long moment.
“If I do this,” he said slowly, “it ends everything.
My family—”
“Your family ended the night he made that phone call,” I said.
