It wasn’t fine.
A little over a week after the car fire, the police still hadn’t nailed the perpetrator. The general public didn’t seem overly concerned with minor details like the truth, so they were falling back on their favorite scapegoat. Delaney shouldn’t have been surprised. She knew what people were like. She’d been down this road before. But after all the work she’d put in, she’d thought she’d made actual progress in overcoming her reputation.
When she’d gone for coffee at The Grind and someone accidentally spilled their mochaccino down her shirt, she’d rolled with it. Accidents happened. When Yvonne Woodman at the bank deliberately ignored Delaney to wait on people who’d come in after her, she’d put on a brave face. Yvonne was a friend of Bryce’s mama, after all. But when she an
