What Happened that Night

He had tried many times to talk to Ali about Tyler, but in the first months after the murder, she had seemed too crushed and vulnerable, like a wounded bird who just needed cradling in careful hands. Not of that last terrible weekend, of her last sight of Tyler as he lowered himself into the police car, the look he gave her. A columnist wrote an article about the case, condemning the length of the sentence, and saying how unlikely it was that a man like Tyler Green would ever reoffend. She felt that tiny fragments of evidence were glinting in front of her, moving into a pattern that had gaps and fissures, but was starting to make a picture.