“You forged a federal bank document to steal from your own daughter,” Arthur said.

“There’s no misunderstanding at all.”

I watched the man who had raised me.

The man who told me I was useless, who laughed at my overdue bills, who let me pay for a diner meal I couldn’t afford.

“You caused the accident that killed her,” I said.

Gregory flinched.

He looked at me for the first time since he had walked into the room.

“It was raining,” Gregory said.