The Fortress at the Graveside

please,” he begged. “We’re family. Ask Marcus for help. Anything. What would your father think?”

I looked down at him.

“Do not speak about my father,” I said quietly. “You lied beside his casket. You tried to humiliate me. You made your choices. Live with them.”

I turned away.

Outside, the air was cold, clean, bracing. Marcus opened the car door for me,continue reading …