I bought an empire with dirty money and told myself my silence would protect my sons.

Instead I taught them that power can bury any sin.”

The trial felt less like a spectacle than a funeral.

I sat in the front row holding Cody’s hand — he had asked to come only for the verdict, and no further, and I honored that — with Deirdre beside us, a decade older than she’d been a season ago.

Dax’s lawyers tried to make me a schemer and Gus a vengeful opportunist, but the forensic mountain was too high.

The jury took an afternoon.