My Family Expected Me To Take The Fall—They Didn’t Know What I’d Found

the crime. Not the stolen money. The crisis was a questioned seating chart and a canceled string quartet.

My mother looked at me, mascara perfect. “Be reasonable, Alice. You’re not married. You have no children. You rent. Two years in minimum security, you keep your head down, and we’ll take care of you afterward.”

I laughed, a short, ugly sound.

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