A week later, Detective Morrison called.
“We’ve arrested the factory’s owners and three local officials,” he said. “We also brought in a mechanic who confirmed Mark’s car had been tampered with. The brake line was cut. It was meant to look like a heart attack when he crashed, but the medical examiner is going back through the original report now.”
I couldn’t speak.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Carter. Your husband was murdered. We’re going to clean up that site and make sure the people responsible pay for what they did.”
That was three weeks ago.
Eddie’s staying in a motel now, and some people around town have been helping him get back on his feet. He comes by for dinner twice a week, and Lily sits next to him and listens to stories about Mark, Tommy, and the two friends who’d tried to do something good.
Lily hasn’t missed a single day of school since that morning at the factory. She keeps the wooden bird Eddie gave her on her nightstand, right next to the seven others. Sometimes I hear her humming Mark’s melody while she does her homework, and my heart cracks open all over again.
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