“You sold yourself,” I screamed at him, the words coming out jagged, “to marry my sister?”

“I know what it looks like on paper,” Gabriel said, both his hands coming up, palms open, pleading.

“I know exactly what it looks like.

But you have to let me explain.

Please, Nora.

Please just let me explain it before you decide what it means.”

“Explain what?” My voice cracked against the concrete.

“Explain that you took a fortune from my parents to marry Gemma?