“I should have done this a long time ago,” he said, touching my shoulder.

“I was afraid of the fallout.”

“But when she went after your life, I couldn’t stay quiet anymore.”

Sarah smiled at us, packing her papers neatly.

“This is going well,” she said.

“The judge is going to throw out their petition.”

I felt a sudden weight lift from my shoulders.

For the first time in years, the sky outside the window looked clear.

But then my phone buzzed in my pocket.

I took it out and looked at the screen.

It was a text message from an unknown number.

I opened it.

There was a photo of the front door of my high-rise apartment.

The door was slightly ajar, the security latch broken.

Below the photo was a single line of text.

“You should have stayed in the Bahamas, Captain.”

I stared at the screen, the warmth draining from my face.

I looked up at my father, then at Sarah.

The courtroom doors began to open again.

The bailiff announced the judge’s return.

I showed the phone screen to Sarah.