The next morning, I received the call. The District Attorney formally charged me with manslaughter. The state of Texas didn't differentiate between that and involuntary. They'd graciously waited until after the funeral since I hadn't been considered a flight risk, but the autopsy had revealed exactly what I knew it would. Matt had been there when I got the call and stood waiting for me to hang up.
"What did they say?" The man who'd loved me enough to propose to me made a brief appearance, concerned with my future, or maybe just how it would affect his.
I twirled the ring on my left finger. "Manslaughter."
"Have you chosen an attorney?"
"No. I've only been able to deal with one thing at a time. Guess that just moved to the top of the list. I'll have to notify the University as well."
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