They Drank My Father’s Champagne and Toasted My Death. They Forgot Whose Daughter I Am

The men who were waiting for them are in custody.

Your mother and father are home, and they know you’re alive, and they’re waiting for your call.”

I put my face in the blanket and, for just a moment, let myself come apart.

Then I stood up.

They had Flynn on his knees on the streaming deck, hauling his arms behind him, and the steel went around his wrists with a sound I will hear for the rest of my life.

He looked up at me through the rain, his face gone white and slack with shock, all the handsome confidence washed clean off it.