prison cell. It can’t erase the way people look at you when they believe you’re garbage. And it can’t give me one last hug from my father.
Even so, when I walked out of the courthouse, I breathed as though the air finally had permission to enter my body.
Grace and Ian were charged with fraud, forgery, and conspiracy.
But the blow that finally destroyed her came from the funeral records.
Years earlier, my father had paid for a double burial plot beside my mother at the local cemetery. Everything
