“Think about Lauren, Diane,” Mark pleaded, his voice raspy.

“You ruin me today, you ruin her.”

“How does this touch Lauren?” Rachel asked sharply.

“She’s twenty-six years old,” Mark said, looking only at me.

“She’s trying to get her life started.

You want her knowing her mother sent her father to prison?”

He leaned forward as far as Hale would let him.

“She will never forgive you for this, Di,” he said.