He Married Me to Steal My Family’s Shipyard. My Brother Spent Fifteen Years in a Wheelchair Waiting to Prove It

Marlowe, please — we can work this out, you and I, we can — ”

I stepped in close, so he could hear me under the noise of the room.

“You watched me go under the water,” I said, “with your arm around my sister.

The only thing you and I are going to work out is the length of your sentence.”

And then he was gone, and the rest of it belonged to the law, which did its work thoroughly and well.

I did not attend much of the trials.