The mood in the car had become much more somber. Molly sat fingering the end of her scarf, and Blake wondered if this one car ride would change everything.
“You are a kind and gracious woman,” he said. “I find it hard to believe that you would hurt anyone. We all make mistakes.”
“Mistakes don’t end up with people getting dead,” she muttered.
This was it, Blake thought to himself. This was the opening and he had to ask, though there was a part of him that was dreading what she might reveal. “Dead? That’s a bit final. Who ended up dead?”
“My brother, my father… my mother. Steven.”
“Steven is different,” Blake said. “Isn’t he?”
“Is he or is he worse than the rest? I was with my brother when he was hurt, I was there when he died. My dad’s heart gave up, but he was surrounded by love that
