His eyes ran to the sender. The digital signature traced back to a private cloud server registered in my maiden name.

Marcus turned his head slowly toward the end of the table.

I sat perfectly still. Then I drew my right arm out from beneath the black silk and laid the heavy, ugly cast openly on the white linen for everyone to see.

The contrast was stark and undeniable.

“You,” he hissed, his face twisting into pure hatred. He stepped away from the head of the table and lunged toward me, hands curling into fists. “You miserable — you ruined me!

I’ll kill you!”