I jumped to my feet.
“Daniel?”
“Yes.”
The sound that left me was part sob and part prayer.
Daniel returned home two days later with bruises across his face and a bandage around one wrist.
The moment he stepped through the doorway, I ran into his arms.
“I thought you were dead.”
He held me tightly.
“I’m sorry, Amber.”
He explained that he had discovered my father’s notes while clearing boxes from the attic. The documents suggested Amos had manipulated evidence during the original investigation.
Daniel believed he could quietly
