How should I know? Melissa wanted to scream, but she shrugged and put a consoling hand on Daphne’s shoulder. She gazed out at the lake, where answers might lie, drowned under the ice. If her father’s truck was down there, and Jill and Joseph knew it, Melissa doubted they would ever return. How could the same tender mother who had raised her daughter diligently, and rescued and nurtured Daphne, have condemned her husband to death? The contradiction was baffling, like trying to fit a key into the wrong lock.
“We have each other. I’m not going anywhere, and this is your home.”
Daphne placed her head in the cradle of her folded arms. Melissa leaned over and hugged her sister, and just then Beck entered the kitchen. He put a hand on the small of Melissa’s back, and reached out with the othe
