“You let your own family die over paperwork.”

I stepped close, so only he could hear me over the roar.

“You didn’t want me at your party, Dad,” I said.

“So I brought my own.” Behind him the double doors swung open, and a team of Boston Police detectives came in with Devra in her trench coat.

I did not stay to watch them read him his rights, or watch my mother collapse into a velvet chair, or look back at Calla sobbing in Tobin’s arms.

I walked off the side of the stage, slipped out an exit, and stepped into the cool Boston night.