Alexandria told her that Roland lived on the outskirts of Tucson, Arizona. I’ll bet his body is still there, waiting for someone to bring it to justice. Now she feels horrible for Navid, who’s had to keep a secret like that for all these years. He must be ready to burst. She knows he and Eli are close, but she can tell Eli probably doesn’t know anything about it. He was angry when she asked about his father, but Navid’s expression was sad and pitiful. She does the math and figures it must have happened about fourteen years ago since Navid just turned eighteen and Eli is nineteen. Somehow this puts Navid in a totally different light.
Her aunt never ceases to amaze her. To think that she involved her own son in such an unfathomable crime is beyond nuts, and the thought of him having to bury his own father leaves Amelia confounded. She assumes Navid probably thought his father was going to kill Leona, but she’s certain if he’d seen what she witnessed before he came out of the room, things would be a lot different. As she contemplates the dream, it makes her wonder why Navid is so mean to her and why he would go along with the plan Leona orchestrated for her parents. If anyone should be able to relate to her, it should be him. She wants to tell herself that it was only a dream, but her intuition is convincing her that it was real and it scared the living daylights out of her.
Now she’s afraid to go back to sleep, and there’s no way she’s going to be in the dark tonight, so she gets out of bed and turns on her bathroom light. But no matter how hard she tries, she can’t remove Roland’s bloody face from her mind. The image haunts her for the rest of the night.