Zella Grisham never denied shooting her boyfriend. That's not why she
did eight years of hard time on a sixteen-year sentence. It's that the
shooting inadvertently led to charges of grand theft. Talk about bad
luck.
Leonid McGill has reasons to believe she's innocent. But reopening the
case is only serving to unsettle McGill's private life even further--and
expose a family secret that's like a kick to the gut.
As the case unfolds, as the truth of what happened eight years ago
becomes more damning and more complex than anyone dreamed, McGill and
Zella realize that everyone is guilty of something, and that sometimes
the sins of the past can be too damaging to ever forget. Or ever
forgive.