“Ethan Brooks,” one said, “you’re under arrest for attempted murder and conspiracy.”

Danielle dissolved into screaming. My mother hid her face. Caleb eventually received twenty-five years. Ethan got fifteen. Danielle got ten. My mother’s calls go unanswered.

I learned something simple:

Money doesn’t change people.
It reveals them.

They tried to bury me.

They forgot I was a seed.