Sobbing.
Soft at first, then unmistakable.
I knocked gently. “Graham?”
“I am fine,” he called back, though his voice betrayed him.
When he finally emerged, his eyes were red.
“Harriet,” he said quietly, “there is something you need to know.”
A cold feeling settled in my chest.
“What is it?”
He hesitated, then spoke.
“The night Malcolm di3d, I was the reason he was on that road.”
The words hung between us.
“What do you mean?”
