Thursday
I stared down at the blood. But it wasn't the puddle of it that wrenched my heart. It was Rob's bloody handprints on the wooden floor. Where he had struggled to get up. Where he had been knocked back down. That's what the detective said. Rob had gotten hit on the head at the top of the stairs and fallen. He had tried to get up at the bottom but Isabella had hit him in the head again. I couldn't seem to stop staring at Rob's bloody handprints.
A flash made me blink my eyes. The crime scene investigators were taking photos of the blood.
"Penny." Porter lightly touched my shoulder. "Let me take you back to the hospital."
"This was my fault." I put my hand over my mouth.
"This was not your fault."
"It was my fault!" I shrugged away from his hand. "There were a million signs. The
