Beckwith produced a receipt.

“Your own share comes to more than eighty thousand dollars — a truck deposit, resort trips, designer clothing, private tuition.” Reem turned to me, pleading.

“Are you really going to send your own sister to jail over money?” Weak as I was, I made myself sit up straight in the bed.

Chapter 23 — A Price on My Life

“Yesterday,” I said, “my son almost lost his father, because not one of you would return a fraction of what you took from me.

So do not stand in this room and talk to me about family, after you put a price on my life and decided it wasn’t worth paying.”