She wondered if Tony would show up looking for her. Kicking him out had been a mistake. She had lost her husband, her house, and soon she would lose her dignity. If Tony had murdered that girl, she would be seen as a murderer’s wife. Everyone would wonder how she hadn’t known. Did she really doubt his innocence? Did she believe that he could possibly do something so horrible? Tony had a dark side. His time at the boys home had scarred him. Losing both sets of parents had left him alone with no one to call family. At night, Marissa heard his fears shouted out in his sleep. Tony didn’t know he talked while he slept, and she didn’t tell him. The pain and anguish he revealed weren’t the kinds of things he would want to share. In the beginning of their marriage, she hoped he would open up, but it had never happened. Tony wasn’t into sharing his innermost feelings. That, more than anything else, had ended their marriage. Despair pierced her heart. Their daughter’s tiny grave was being exhumed and questions would be asked.
