At the arraignment, I sat behind the prosecution with Lily’s wedding ring hanging from a chain around my neck. Jason shuffled in wearing shackles and an orange jumpsuit. He no longer looked powerful—only small.
As he passed, he hissed, “Emily, tell them. Tell them I didn’t mean—”
I stood, my voice trembling but firm. “You brought your mistress to my sister’s funeral,” I said. “You meant every part of this.”
