Chapter 17
ROSE'S POINT OF VIEW
"Ms. Lewis, do you think the police should reopen the investigation into your sister's death?"
The reporter's question hit me like ice water as I stepped out of my boutique. Three months. Three months since Camille's car had been pulled from the river. Three months of playing the grieving sister while secretly celebrating my freedom. And still, these vultures wouldn't let it rest.
I arranged my face into the perfect mask of dignified grief I'd perfected. "My family continues to cooperate fully with authorities," I said, voice carefully modulated to show emotion without appearing unstable. "But we've accepted the official conclusion. Sometimes we must find peace without all the answers."
The reporter pressed closer, microphone extended. "Sources close to
