My sister ripped my shirt apart in front of two hundred guests and laughed at the scars across my back. For one stunned moment, even the champagne seemed to stand still.

across the room. “And I know the names of the sailors who burned because your company chose profit over safety.”

That ended his argument.

The agents stepped forward.

One began reading my father his rights. Another approached Celeste.

She turned toward me, tears appearing only when consequences finally arrived. “Evelyn, please. I’m your sister.”

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