“There is one,” I said.

“If you sign it, they can knock the accomplice charge down to a civil penalty,” Arthur said.

“It would mean I don’t have to stand in a federal courtroom.”

I turned the gold band on my ring finger once, feeling the cool metal against my skin as I weighed the document lying on my kitchen counter.

“I won’t lie for you, Father,” I said.

“But I won’t let you freeze out on the street, either.”