Rowena turned her gaze to Bill instead of answering. The movement startled Ashley. “You recognize this dress,” Rowena said quietly. It wasn’t a question. Bill’s jaw clenched. Ashley felt the air change, the conversation slipping somewhere she hadn’t anticipated.
“What are you talking about?” Ashley asked, sharply. Bill didn’t respond. He stared at the floor, hands fisted. Rowena’s voice remained steady. “I need to know,” she said to him, “if you remember the night my daughter died.” The words fell heavily into the room.