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.