silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.”
As he recited the Miranda warning—word by word, the legal script of my downfall—I didn’t close my eyes.
I watched the rain slide down the glowing red taillights.
And I thought of my younger sister, Harper.
Harper had always been the favorite. For twenty-six years, she had been reckless, destructive, unstoppable—and for twenty-six years, my parents, Richard and Diane, had been there to clean up after her.
When Harper flunked out of college, they
