It was the middle of the night.

Gwynn hadn’t slept a wink.

When she eventually dozed off, she dreamt about the moment when her mother jumped off the building.

The wind was howling, tousling the hem of her mother’s skirt. Her mother screamed at the top of her lungs, “I didn’t do anything wrong, Declan Worshem. You planned the whole thing and set me up.”

“Mommy…”

Gwynn, who was just a little girl back then, held her favorite doll tight as she called out to her mom softly.

She didn’t dare