44 Eighteen years ago.
Amy and Greg had spoken at length about what they’d say when this happened. Greg had been right: Lewis had tried to make out it had been his fault.
Up until then, Amy had been slightly skeptical. She knew Lewis wasn’t exactly Mother Teresa, but she doubted he’d try and shift the blame onto his best friend. And there’d still been that slight niggling thought that he might not have actually killed the girl.
But that had all been blown out of the window. It had played out exactly like Greg had predicted and, to Amy, that was unforgivable.
Greg had been there for her. She’d always felt like she could go to him, talk to him. She now saw that was the role Lewis should have filled, but didn’t. As far as she was concerned, he deserved everything he got. Greg had been goo
