“You’ve completely ruined my life.”

I reached up and touched the healing scar above my collarbone, feeling the strength beneath the skin.

“No, Samuel. I simply documented what you chose to do with it.”

Joyce got fourteen years in state prison, and Samuel got twenty-two.

Their appeals were denied by the high court, and nearly every stolen dollar was successfully recovered for the trust.

One year later, I walked back into the burn unit carrying a crisp blue folder.

Dr. Cynthia Stone met me near the nurses’ station with a genuine, warm smile.