Kate was surprised that Selby was completely missing the point. “Let’s talk about Blaire. She’s related to both of us.”

Selby’s eyes flashed with anger. “I hate her! Because of her, your mother is dead, and mine might go to jail. It’s all her fault.”

“Her fault? How is it her fault?”

“If she hadn’t come here, snooping around, doing all those crazy things, all this wouldn’t have come out. She should have just paid her respects and left. But instead, she led the police right to Mother. It was an accident. Kate, you have to do something. Tell them to let my mother go.”

Kate felt the anger surge through her like hot lava. She stood and looked down at Selby. “Your mother killed mine! Let her go? I hope she never gets out of jail. She pushed my mother and smashed her head in. You have the nerve to blame Blaire for that? Your mother would have let us live the rest of our lives not knowing what happened.”

“She didn’t mean to do it. They argued, and your mother fell!”

Their loud voices brought Simon into the main room of their suite. “What’s going on?”

“Get her out of here!” Kate could feel the hysteria taking over. “Before I do something I’ll regret.”

Kate had done her time in the therapist’s office over the past several years, and she could truthfully say that life was good again. It was as if the guilt she’d carried for all those years had finally lifted. She was a better partner, a better mother. And she, the fixer of hearts, had finally opened her own.