CHAPTER SEVEN
Breaking the news to his family was harder than Steve imagined. Their shock and anguish drove the pain deeper into his heart. Telling them what happened seemed to make it come true. When his mom asked, “why”, he had no answer. All he could say was to meet him at the funeral home. Making arrangements would be a memorable family gathering, yet not a pleasant one.
Sick and drained, he hung up. If he hadn’t needed a cookie fix, Grandpa would be alive. Steve doubted he could never eat another packaged cookie in his life.
Waves of grief washed over him as Dana waited to question him. He’d longed for her attention before this happened, but he dreaded it now. She was the consummate investigator. She would dig into the wound of this death, like a surgeon with a scalpel. And it was
