Meg said as she pressed the on button of her digital recorder. It was positioned on Emma’s round dining table. Meg had her notebook with questions in front of her. Emma nodded. Dark-haired and pale complexioned, her beauty had worn around the edges. Life and time had not been so kind to Emma Williams Kessinger as it had been to others. Her home looked affluent, though. She lived in it with her daughter, who spent weekends with Tommy. Questions swirled in Meg’s mind. “You were Sherry’s best friend,” Meg said for the tape. “We were tight. Very. It was terrible what happened, how it tore us all apart.” “You ended up marrying Tommy, my sister’s boyfriend.” “The tragedy brought us close. Grief can do that. You share a bond through the person you both miss. In trying to work through it all, you take solace in each other. It was our way of healing, I guess.” “The fall after the murder you and Tommy parted ways for a while. You went to pursue pharmacology studies in Portland and Tommy went to Ohio State?”
