Blair sat in the passenger seat of Roman’s car, staring out at the city lights as they drove back. Her throat was raw from giving her statement, and she felt emotionally drained in a way she hadn’t expected. They had told Roman’s family that she was ok but they had been kept away from the funeral for safety reasons.
It was over. They had let their friends and work colleagues know she wasn’t dead. Even the media had been informed that due to a mixup, Blair had been declared dead.
But she was very much alive. Roman had made a huge donation to the hospital for all the trouble. But it was finally over.
They would find out within a few days if aunt Viv had been involved. Laura had been too young at the time.
“You’re quiet,” Roman observed, reaching over to take her hand.
“I keep thinking I
