He never explained Northbridge.

He did not even acknowledge my conviction.

I read it twice, remembering how often I’d been told to be grateful for whatever people allowed me to have.

“Is it enough money to start over?” Opal asked.

“It would be,” I said.

“But it doesn’t tell the truth.”

“Then what matters to you?”

I thought of my employees, the patients whose supplies we’d once delivered on time, and the jurors who had listened to Trevor call me a liar.