As she examined the corpse's hand, her eyes lingered on the wedding band for a fraction of a second.
But there was no spark of recognition. She didn't know it was me.
I shouldn't have been surprised. Bonnie was a busy woman. Busy with her career, busy covering Brandon's tracks. Why would she remember the details of a marriage I had forced upon her?
I was the one who begged to marry her. I bought the rings. I arranged everything in our home. The one who loves more is always the one who gets overlooked.
I had poured my entire soul into this family. In the end, I lost my daughter, I lost my wife, and now, my life.
I let out a silent sigh.
When I looked up, Brandon was standing by the police tape, waving.
The contrast was brutal. Whenever I brought meals to her office, she would scold me for disturbing her work, complaining that I was a nuisance. But now? She rushed over to him, her face lighting up with surprise.
She positioned herself carefully, blocking his view of the gruesome scene behind her, her eyes crinkling with a smile she never showed me.
"It's freezing out here," she murmured. "What are you doing here?"