“If Prudence died in the fire, many people will owe Hiram Grey an apology for suspecting he killed her or forced her to leave town.” My mother wrapped her arms around my father and kissed his cheek. “We should get going, Wesley. We're meeting Hampton and Natasha for dinner tonight.”
Once my parents left, I interrupted Emma so we could head home. Maggie had left a text message suggesting I should wait until the following day to visit. She and Ursula, the school's president, would be stuck in meetings with the sheriff's office for a few hours. Connor was also on-site dealing with the press, who wanted to snap photos for the morning papers and newscasts. I pictured Lara Bouvier shoving a microphone in Maggie's face, hoping to scoop the competition. Quite the circus!
When we arrived home, Ul
