"No." Marcie glanced up at the tense look in Kaden's face, looking as if he was waiting to be kicked. Fuck, the Murphys had been a fucked up family. "They found his body in your old house in September last year. He's dead."
Funny how saying that aloud felt like a weight off. Funny how knowing that the man who had assaulted her was gone forever made the world feel a fraction safer. If only she hadn't been sitting on this information for two weeks, waiting for the right moment to share it. Kaden had always just been in too good of a mood or too bad of a mood or he'd just eaten or just gotten up (3pm, on the weekend) and she didn't want to rock the boat. But fuck, it felt good to finally say.