“Confessions”“It’s all my fault.”
Tam’s voice echoed dully through the austere little room as she knuckled away a fresh welling of tears.
Survivor’s guilt, Delzecki thought with a pang, could splinter the heart and haunt the eyes. But only the fear caused by long-term abuse would put that glassy sheen of fear in them.
Professor Wyman had been right. This wasn’t the first time Tamara McIlwraith had been assaulted. He could only pray that her father had been content with using his fists, and not his treacherous d**k. s****l assault was a thousand times worse than mere physical violence.
“Why do you think it’s your fault, Tam?” he asked in his gentlest voice.
He’d wanted to interview her alone, but Brody had been unexpectedly obstinate. She’d been through enough for one day, he’d argued—
