Chapter 13
Mrs. Warner sobs big round tears. Her grey-yellow face twists into a moment of ugliness. Her shoulders shake. I remember the name the Elders gave her: Mâtowak. They were right; it fits. But does it tell the whole story of the woman who cries?
I tug at my collar, hoping to ease the blood pounding in my neck. Pressure builds. My jaw aches. Her words are caught in my throat. Justice won’t bring him back. I came close to letting my emotions overtake me when, for an instant, I saw a glimpse of my life after Angie's murderer is caught and convicted. A life empty and fragmented.
I should ask her if she killed her husband. She's vulnerable. I could study her expression and determine whether she's telling me the truth. With any other case, that's exactly what I would do. So, why don't
