11
Avery
I paced my room and stewed. Scout didn’t seem to mind the back-and-forth motion, but he was starting to get heavy in my arms. Ignoring that, I whirled around and said out loud, “Murder?!? Is it possible that the sweet, gentle man who played with you today and stopped in the street to save a kitten is a murderer?”
Of course, I didn’t expect the young child to come up with an answer for me, but he blinked up at me as if he was trying his best.
“That can’t be right, can it?” I asked after whirling around and walking across the room in the other direction.
“What can’t be right?” Molly’s voice came from the doorway, startling me.
Rather than answering her, I gave her a perplexed look and asked, “What are you doing here? You should be enjoying your wedding night. Scout and I are d
