My Family Toasted

defense attorneys,” I said. “Good ones. That’s all.”

“Mara, he needs more than names.”

“He needs legal counsel and accountability.”

“He’s your brother.”

“And I am the person he publicly accused of fraud while he was committing it.”

Mom made a wounded sound.

I hated that sound.

I hated that some part of me still wanted to comfort it.

But I did not.

“I’ll text continue reading …