A month later, the verdict in Evelyn's case finally came down.
Evelyn was convicted of first-degree murder, k********g, and several other charges. She was sentenced to life without parole.
I didn't attend the hearing. Ryan was the one who told me.
I was curled up on the couch, flipping through a bridal catalog. At the news, I went still, my fingers suspended over the page.
"What about this one?" I said, pointing to a simple mermaid-cut gown.
Ryan leaned over and rested his chin on my shoulder. "You'd look beautiful in anything, but isn't that neckline a little too low?"
I laughed. "Ryan, are you seriously this possessive?"
A few days later, Frank was discharged from the hospital, and Ryan and I went to bring him home.
Frank looked much better. When he saw us holding hands, somethin
