Kris felt as if a bucket of ice-cold water had been dumped over him, his eyes widening in shock at Thalassa's words. He searched her face, hoping this was some kind of cruel joke, but the fire in her eyes told him she was deadly serious.
“What are you waiting for?” she snapped, breaking the silence. “If you truly want our dead child, wherever they are, to see that you cared, then make their murderer pay. Have your mother arrested!”
Kris’s stomach churned with bitterness; he couldn't believe she was demanding such a thing of him. As much as he knew she wasn't going to like his next words, he knew he had to say them.
“Thalassa, I understand that my mother can be prejudiced and hard to please sometimes. She can be anything you want to accuse her of, but she is not a murderer. She would nev
