I looked up at William. The whole thing struck me as absurd. "You think I did this?"
He didn't answer.
But his silence said it more clearly than any answer could.
Vivienne climbed out of a second car and crossed to me in quick, sharp steps, her heels clicking against the pavement.
Her hand came up and cracked across my face, her voice sharp as a knife. "Your father's barely buried, and you pull something like this? I raised Julie from a child. How could you ever bring yourself to hurt her?"
She drew her hand back to strike again when William caught it.
He stepped between us, but he didn't help me up.
"Annie." He looked down at me, his voice so soft it seemed to drift in from somewhere far away. "Tell me the truth. Where is Julie?"
I stayed half-kneeling on the ground, one knee pres
