A week after the wedding, once Margot had found me a place to stay, I left Alderhaven.
I hadn't expected to pack my bags again so soon. When I'd come home from prison, I'd put the calendar by my bed. Once Owen cleared my name, we'd tear out those circled days together.
Now it was back in my bag. My signature was on the papers requesting a case review. I'd stopped leaving that to him.
Moving away didn't stop the investigation. Margot and I spoke every day, arranging times whenever they needed more information from me.
She'd checked the apartment before I moved in. I'd be sharing with my landlady, a retired teacher who had her own study and didn't knock on my door unless she needed something.
"The water heater's pretty old," she told me, pressing the key into my palm. "Give it a minute
