My daughter is dead and my son is the prime suspect. Doubling over, hot tears streak my face, and I want to pull Betsy to my chest and kiss her cheeks and breathe her in. Betsy made me a mother and now she’s gone. It was a senseless accident. A loose rock, a fast fall into the ravine. She was only ten. Four days later the deputy sheriff’s at our door. ‘She didn’t fall.’ His words destroy what’s left of me in one fell swoop. ‘Your daughter was murdered.’ We’d only just become a family of four, and now all we have left is Holden. Five months ago, my husband and I stood before a judge and promised to be ten-year-old Holden’s forever family. We adopted this little boy to give him a home, a chance, love. But now they’re saying it was Holden who killed his sister. He had the worst start in life—and it’s not been easy—but I can’t believe he’d hurt her. I won’t believe it. But if it wasn’t him . . . ? Who would do something like this to our beautiful girl, so full of sunshine? I have to find out the truth—no matter how bad it is. They say you can’t pick your family. But I picked mine. Did I choose my daughter’s murderer? Please note this is a revised edition of Tuesday’s Child.