“We needed to know how much you had left,” Linda said, her voice barely a whisper.

“It is over, Linda,” my father said.

“You are going to pay back every cent you took from Mark.”

“And if you ever go near him again, you will go to jail.”

Linda stared at him, her eyes wide with realization.

She had lost her husband, her daughter’s husband was in handcuffs, and her control was gone.

Sarah packed her briefcase and clicked the latches shut.

“Let’s go, Mark,” she said. “We need to go to your building and speak with the officers.”

I looked at my mother and sister one last time.

They looked like strangers to me.

The resentment that had fueled them for years had left them hollow.

I turned my back on them and walked out of the courtroom.

My father walked beside me, his steps steady.

The Miami heat hit us as we stepped out of the courthouse.

The sun was bright, reflecting off the glass of the skyscrapers.

We got into a cab and headed toward my building.

The drive was quiet.