rebuild a life without the world slamming every door in their face.
My father’s new headstone was simple.
Ernest Sullivan. Father. Honest man. Builder of truth.
Beneath it, I had his favorite saying engraved:
The truth always finds a crack.
Grace lost the house, the money, and her freedom.
But her greatest punishment wasn’t prison.
It was sitting in a courtroom full of witnesses and hearing the voice of the man she had tried to erase prove that, even from a nameless grave, he had still found a way to
