Daniel, driven by blind panic, lunged toward me, hands out like claws.

“You ruined us! You ruined my life!” he screamed, spit flying.

Two federal agents intercepted him and put him face-first onto a catering table, pinning his arms behind his back.

He struggled against the wood, red-faced. “She planned this! She set us up to take the fall!”

“No, Daniel,” I said, steady despite the pain radiating from my abdomen. Sarah’s arms were wrapped around my shoulders, anchoring me. “You and your father built the crime.

You built the fraud. All I did was label the boxes for the feds.”