They Held My Funeral While I Was Still Breathing. Then My Seven-Year-Old Nephew Looked Into the Coffin and Said, “Mommy, Aunt Madelyn Is Looking at Me”

“I had a plan that would have multiplied that money five times over,” he muttered.

“And I had every right to decide not to gamble what was mine.”

Chapter 15 — The Laugh

He pressed his hand flat against the glass between us.

“Listen to me.

If you’ll agree to drop the fraud charges, we can put this whole thing behind us quietly.

I’ll give back every dollar.

I’ll sign the divorce papers today.