My Sister Broke a Bottle on Me at Her Wedding

had caught in the fabric near her ankle.

“Did you?”

She looked at me then.

“At first.”

It was a terrible answer.

Maybe because it sounded true.

The door opened before I could say anything else. Peter stood outside with a police detective and Miriam Cole, my father’s lawyer.

The detective held up a warrant.

“Ms. Reyes, we need to ask you about the warehouse continue reading …