Chapter 33 Justice

• “That’s a lie,” I said, my voice carrying clearly across the stunned silence of the hall. “My father hid because you threatened to hurt my mother and me if he stayed. You made that decision, Marcus, not him.”
• “An interesting claim,” Marcus said smoothly, recovering some of his earlier composure now that he’d redirected the crowd’s attention. “Though I notice you offer no proof.”
• “I have proof,” my father said, stepping forward from where he’d been waiting near the doorway, and the entire room seemed to inhale at once, recognizing him despite ten years of assumed death.