I had to keep reminding myself of the difference between the person who builds the trap and the person who is lured into helping spring it without ever seeing its shape.

Shawn had spent two years studying how to do this, drafting templates, bribing a notary, reaching into a graveyard for signatures.

Colette had signed a single page after a long day because the man she’d promised her life to told her it was nothing and she wanted, with her whole tired heart, for that to be true.

Those are not the same sin.

One is a crime.