He stared at me for several long moments, and for a second, I thought he might try to blow me off. I wasn’t going to let him, but I would be furious if he tried to ignore my questions again.
After a handful of seconds passed, he released a long sigh and sat back in his chair.
“Take a seat,” he murmured, extending his hand toward one of the chairs in front of his desk.
Surprised by his easy acquiescence, I slipped into the seat and held his gaze. I waited, deciding to practice some patience and give him time to collect his words and thoughts.
Finally, he said, “Kate was always a little wild. A little spoiled. She was the baby, and my parents doted on her. She was a sweet girl, though. A good girl. When she was in high school, she got mixed up with a bad crowd, and things started going d
