She shook her head, her gaze turning faraway. "It was stupid."
"Yes, killing Jalinda was stupid," I spat to gauge her reaction.
Her head flipped toward me, her eyes widened, and her mouth opened a fraction of an inch in shock. Not what I expected.
"I didn't kill Jalinda. You can't possibly believe that. Do you?"
I tilted my head to the side to indicate I absolutely did. "The letter?"
"I was nervous. It was a mistake, but I wrote the letter late one night right after taking the job in California. It's a big move, you know? Everyone and everything I've ever known is here in Maine."
I nodded, and her eyes grew weepy.
"You probably don't understand, but as a kid, I had my life planned out in my head. I'd be married and have a few kids by now. I certainly wouldn't be packing up every
