Scott's injuries were too severe. He didn't make it to the hospital.
Estella lost the baby. Other than that, she wasn't badly hurt.
For a while the case was all anyone could talk about, and then, little by little, people stopped bringing it up.
I sat across from Estella through the glass, her in an inmate uniform. The second she saw the visitor was me, her face soured with annoyance.
"Daisy. What are you doing here?"
The whole thing had been closed out as a simple crime of passion. But I still didn't get it.
"Why did you do it? You never had real feelings for Scott. If you did, you wouldn't have been the one to break it off. Did you really try to kill him just because he wouldn't take the baby? He never did anything wrong."
"He loved you. He took your side. That's what he did wrong.
