Not once did they ask why Chloe could barely stand upright, why she was trembling, why she was so thin.

There was almost four hundred thousand dollars on the table, in their minds, and a dying woman three feet away, and they had eyes only for the money.

That told me everything I needed to know about what kind of people I was dealing with, and it hardened something in me into a cold, clear resolve.

They had just shown me exactly who they were.

Now I was going to prove it.

There is an old saying that when someone shows you who they are, you should believe them, and I had heard it my whole life without ever understanding how literally true it is, until I stood in that kitchen and watched my mother and sister choose four hundred thousand imaginary dollars over the visibly dying woman three feet away from them.