A couple tears rolled down his cheeks, but he didn't bother to brush them away. He shook his head when she said it was a mistake.
"I found her."
The memory of walking into the bathroom and seeing Rosie in the tub flooded back to him, and he pulled himself forward, tucking his head between his knees, swaying slightly on the sofa.
Finally, he looked up at her again, knowing she needed to know the whole truth.
"She was killed by someone. They tried to make it look like suicide."