And then to come for her eight-year-old daughter.”
“Sins pass down through the blood,” he said, cold.
“Debts get paid in full.”
“Blood doesn’t inherit guilt, Malachi.” I kept my voice level, and I meant every word of it.
“Your son died because corrupt men made poison and sold it, and maybe because you took money to look the other way while they did.
My mother may have made a terrible, frightened mistake.